"Sorry…" Kate mumbles as she looked for a way out of the rope that now held her and Jack's bodies dangerously close.
"Kate, all you had to do was ask" Jack joked, referring to their hot sweaty frames that were being held inches apart.
"Jack," Kate did her best to give him a look but he wasn't paying attention.
"Do you have anything to get us down?" Kate asked wanting to return to solid ground.
"A got a hell of a lot of water" Jack offered but then noticed the look of fear in her eyes.
"Jack," She whispered, "who do you think made this net?"
"Kate, I have no idea, don't worry"
"But Jack, I hear them!" she whimpered, "They know my name! They know who we are Jack! Doesn't that bother you at all?" She leaned into him and made the best attempt at a hug under the circumstances.
"Who are 'they'?" Jack asked slowly
"The people in the jungle," Kate responded sounding awfully naïve and weak. She noticed this immediately and straightened up, shaking the fear out of her.
"Kate, nobody else survived, it's just us…"
She knew she was being stubborn but why wasn't he believing her?
"Jack, I hear them. They whispered things, names-" she said more forcefully this time, looking into his eyes.
"Kate… why don't we get down first and then we'll talk about the wild things" he said, referring to the childrens book.
"I thought all you had was water" Kate stated, a puzzled look on her face.
"I just had an idea. Do you have a gun?" he asked her like he was asking if she knew the time.
"Jack…" Kate was startled by the question, not wanting to give a response.
"Kate, if you have a gun, tell me now so we can get out of this net"
Kate slowly reached behind her as best she could and grabbed the gun that was stuck in the back of her pants. She carefully lifted and took aim before Jack stopped her.
"Do you even know how to use a gun, Kate?" he looked at her confused at her actions
She didn't even want to start to explain about her awful past and the men she'd shot or killed. "I do…" she whispered, and took aim again, missing the first time and getting a not so nice look from Jack. She took aim again but before she could shoot Jack interrupted her again.
"Kate… what did you do?" he almost whispered
"What?" She glared at him
"Why were you on a plane with a marshal who had your mug shots and five guns with him? What did you do to make him need five guns?" he asked, not thinking about how untactful he was being.
"Jack… why are we having this conversation? I thought you didn't want to know, remember? You said that when you found my mug shots…" Kate was now annoyed that he was bringing this up at such an inappropriate time.
"Kate, I'm sorry. I'm curious about you. You're just so… mysterious… I can't help but wonder…" he trailed off, embarrassed.
"Do you want me to tell you?!" Kate voice now cold as ice, "Fine, I killed my father, blew him up, my house too. Then I ran, ended up killing the man I loved, ran again. Then I shot a man after he helped me break into a bank. Of course you get it by now, I ran yet again. This time it was death again, and he was such a good man… then they caught me… he caught me…" Kate raised her gun, took aim, and they both fell to the ground. She stood up quickly, grabbed her backpack, and did what she did best, ran away.