"You had a nightmare didn't you?"
Jane stops and looks at her for a long moment and then nods his head.
"I haven't had one for a long time, not since after Red John's death."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Jane nods and takes Lisbon by the arm.
"Yes, but not here."
He leads her back to his room. He pats himself down and looks sheepishly at Lisbon.
"I forgot to take my key."
Lisbon looks around and sees the maids cart further down the hallway.
"Just wait here a minute and I'll be right back."
Lisbon returns with the maid in tow. Jane shrugs apologetically and gives her a smile.
"Sorry, forgot to take it with me."
"It's perfectly all right Mr. Jane, these things happen."
Lisbon wonders how many other guest end up in the staff quarters playing poker in their pajamas. They thank the maid and enter the room. Jane turns to Lisbon.
"Why don't you order some breakfast from room service while I get a shower and put some clothes on, I'm famished. Some eggs, toast and sausage will be fine...and some tea, of course."
"Sure."
Jane gathers up some clothes and goes in to the bathroom. Lisbon picks up the phone and orders a muffin and coffee for herself, plus Jane's order. Although Jane's been sharing her home and she's heard him in the shower before, it seems strange standing in his hotel room while he's showering. She opens the door and steps out on to the balcony, closing it behind her. The sound of the water muted and she looks out at the view and another beautiful day.
She wonders about her friend and why the nightmares have returned. During the weeks in the hospital he'd shared with her the nightmares that plagued him during his recovery, They were truly terrifying and she hopes this one isn't of the same calibre. This can only mean a step backwards in his recovery, and she wonders if this trip wasn't a good idea after all. She has her hands in her pockets staring out to sea deep in thought, the sound of the door sliding open makes her jump.
"Penny for them Lisbon."
She turns around and before her is a dressed Jane, rubbing his hair with a towel. His curls are all over the place and he looks like a mischievous child as he grins at her.
"You'll need to pay a lot more than that to get into my head."
Jane makes a sweeping gesture with his left arm.
"You can have my entire kingdom M'lady for five minutes inside your head."
He ends with a deep bow. Lisbon replies with a curtsey.
"Really kind Sir, and I thought I was an open book to you."
Jane's saved from replying by a knock on the door and the call of room service.
"Coming"
Jane takes his money out of his trouser pocket and peels off some dollars. He opens the door and steps aside to allow the cart to be wheeled in. He hands the money over and closes the door on the retreating waiter, after being wished a 'meal to his liking'.
Jane scowls when he sees what's on the cart.
"Really Lisbon, that's the best you can do?"
Lisbon shrugs.
"I'm not a breakfast person."
Lisbon picks up her coffee and muffin and retreats back onto the balcony, Jane follows with his plate and drink.
"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. It gives you a good start, It wakes up the brain follicles..."
Jane comes to a stop as Lisbon show no interest in what he's saying, the best way she's found to shut him up, when he begins to go on and on.
Jane pouts.
"Be that way."
He settles down in his chair and they eat breakfast in silence, looking out to sea.
Jane has finished his last bite of a satisfactory breakfast, not the best but not the worst, as he informed Lisbon and is now nursing his cup of tea. He's been searching for a way to start the conversation but can only come up with plunging straight in.
"It was a dream about Charlotte. We were on the beach racing to build sand castles. We were having fun, I pretended to fall so she could win. I had dropped the buckets and when I went back to retrieve them I heard her scream. When I got back to her she was dead. There was blood everywhere...and then I was back in my Malibu house...in the bedroom...under the smiley face."
"I'm sorry Jane. You haven't had a nightmare for so long, perhaps this isn't a good idea."
Jane looks up at her surprised.
"No, no , no this is a great idea. It's much better than being stuck indoors. I had the nightmare because I was thinking of her before I went to sleep. Building sand castles revived memories I haven't allowed myself to think about for many years. It was nice. I felt close to her. I just have to learn how to remember the good times without it bringing up the bad."
Jane gives Lisbon a wistful smile. Her heart aches for her friend, and she hopes she can help him somehow. He deserves to be happy, to be able to think of his family without Red John getting in the way. She knows how important her memories are of her parents, especially her Mother. It's what helped her through the difficult times of growing up. She took strength from feeling close to her.
"Perhaps you haven't let go of Red John?"
"That's very astute Lisbon. Perhaps I haven't. I thought I had. Since I've left the hospital, I've felt unsure of who I am and what I'm going to do with my life, where I go from here. I had Angela and then I had Red John. I know you want me to return to the CBI, but I don't know if that's what I want, or if it will be another crutch."
Jane reaches out to Lisbon and places his hand on top of hers.
"I do know I don't want to lose you."