"Shut up, Emma." he said as he finally began to realize what he had done. "Now, help me hide her body." he said. Emma simply looked up at him in disbelief.

"What?" she whispered.

"Either help me, or I'll do it myself, and stick you there with her!" he threatened. Emma began crying again as he grabbed Sara's feet and began to drag her into the woods. "Get your ass over here and grab her arms." Emma slowly made her way to Sara, and grabbed her arms. As she helped Jason pull her body, her crying got more hysterical.

"I'm so sorry." Emma kept on whispering. After about five minutes they came upon a large, old abandoned well; about seven feet in diameter. Jason dropped Sara's legs, walked over to it, and looked down into it. He then began to laugh,

"How funny," he said, glancing into the hole. Looking at Emma, he began to explain. "When we were growing up I told her that I'd hide her body in this exact well if she ever mad me mad. I like how I kept me word..." he said, laughing some more. "Now, bring her here."

"No, Jason please--"

"Shut up or I'll kill you too!"

Just then a loud roar of thunder shook the ground. Emma obeyed. She grabbed Sara's legs and struggled to drag her to the edge of the well. Jason then proceeded to lift Sara up, and simply drop her. After an approximate twenty foot drop. Sara landed in the empty well; hard. There was about three inches of water in the large well. She laid on her back, un-moving, and assumed dead. "Let's get out of here."

"Jason," Emma choked out. "can you please let me say goodbye?"

"Hurry up, I'm going to the car."

Emma cautiously looked into the well and hated the sight she saw. Sara's mangled body lay face up; a leg visibly broken as well as an arm perhaps; she was covered in layers of mud mixed with blood. "Oh, Sara. This is all my fault." She began, "It should be me in that well; not you." Unbeknownst to Emma, Sara soon opened her eyes slightly. She was alive; and could hear someone talking. "When you left after saying goodbye, I overheard your conversation with Jason."

What's going on? Sara thought, Where am I?

"You said that you'd call the cops on him, and since you were leaving and he didn't know that, it gave me an idea."

Why can't I move? What's wrong with me?!

"So when your flight was supposed to have taken off, I placed an anonymous call to the cops about Jason and all those things that he had done. You know? Maybe get him put in jail for a little while.

Emma, is that you?

"But I thought we'd be home before the cops would arrive. He saw them standing on our porch and freaked out on me, so I did what I thought would be smart."

Emma, what's going on?

"I told him that it was probably you. I thought that maybe he'd go to your mom's house and discover you gone, so he wouldn't find you. And hopefully before he would find you in Vegas, the cops would have gotten a hold of him."

What are you talking about? What's wrong with me?

"I never meant for any of this to happen. But one day when he's finally put away, I promise I'll leave him, I'll get away. Thank you for everything. I'm sorry, Sara."

Why can't I move? Emma!

Emma then got up and left Sara alone, walking back to Jason in his car.

"Emma," Sara miraculously managed to whisper. But Emma was gone. Sara was now all alone, and would die very soon if no one found her. She had to think, and fast. With her last bit of strength she had, she reached down into her pocket, and found her cell phone! Pulling it out, she called the first person she could think of, and held the phone up to her ear. Everything she was doing was a struggle. The call went straight to voicemail.

"Hi, you've reached Gil Grissom, I'm not here at the moment..."

Damn, Sara cursed herself. She then began to cry softly. She was going to die, and there was nothing she could do. But the sound of the beep at the end of the message captured her attention. She tried her best to talk.

"Gil--" her first attempt at talking was cut short; she began coughing fiercely. With her voice barely above a whisper, she tried again. "Gil, help." she then coughed again. "Help. Well. Hurt." Sara could only stammer out small one-syllable words. At this point, even that was hard to do. "Please help. Gil. I need you." Sara's coughing became worse, as she started feeling dizzy and lightheaded. "I love you," were the last words she said before she lost consciousness for a final time, dropping the phone.