As Jenna had walked away Jamie had moved to the other side of the room, in the strange, rapid, almost blinking transition that was becoming normal far more quickly than he had expected. He stared after her longingly, wanting to reach out and brush his fingers through her glossy, wavy brown hair. Just as he was about to move again, catch up with the retreating figures of his two best friends, and hope that being in their presence as they waited to see whether or not he was going to live or die would be enough to calm the ache in his chest, he hesitated. He moved again, before he was even conscious of the fact that was his intent, to watch the FBI agent. Laurel.

He was getting bolder, growing more comfortable with his state of invisibility and intangibility the longer he remained disconnected from his body. For that reason he stood in the middle of a tide of people, watching with some amusement as they passed through his body. For some reason, he couldn't bring himself to stand directly in front of Laurel yet. Even though he knew she wouldn't be able to see him, the idea of having her eyes on him sent a crawling sensation up his spine. So he hid, watching from the sidelines, and thought.

He thought about his body, lying comatose in a hospital bed, about the party he had undoubtedly ruined, about the fact that he never may be able to do his job again, may never be able to hold Jenna in his arms again, may never feel the sun on his face again. All because of this agent's inability to do her job. Somewhere along the line, on purpose or not, his life had become of equal value to a jeweled necklace.

He thought about Laurel's eyes, filled to the edge with tears that refused to spill over, not trying to defend herself, not trying to hide from what she had done. He thought about the way she had clung so tightly to the man who had come for her, as though all the strength was draining out of her, leaving her weak and fallible again. 

He thought about Derek and Jenna's fury at her, at the promise Derek had made, and Jamie knew it was true. They were both going to make her life hell, each in their own way. Jenna might not be a full lawyer, but she was well respected at Gibson Dunn, and she had more than a few favors she could call in to various judges. Derek didn't look like much, but on the streets he was known as the Phoenix, because it seemed that, whatever kind of situation he got into, he could do no wrong and always came out ahead, and, whenever he did get trapped, he would rise from the ashes better than he had been before. Together they would come at Agent Shaw from both sides, and she would be left high and dry by both the legal overworld and the criminal underworld. Jenna would undoubtedly find someone at Gibson Dunn who would help her sue both Laurel and the FBI as a whole, and Jamie would likely wake with more cash than he knew what to do with. If he woke up at all.

Jame didn't know what to think.

His decision to follow Laurel could almost have been described as a whim, but it felt like something much more important than that to Jamie. He had always been definitive, always known what he wanted and what he believed. This uncertainty left him feeling uncomfortable. Either he had to be willing to hate Laurel and have no regrets about it, or he had to forgive her and move past it. There was no room for both of the emotions. But Jamie was not yet ready to make his decision. His beliefs bounced back and forth like he was the ball in a professional game of ping pong. He allowed himself to believe that, if he followed her, he would be able to make a decision. If he got to know her, he would either come to understand her too well to hate her, or he would find that he had no reason to empathize with her, and he would then be free to hate her. Both of those required him to follow her.

Briefly his mind turned back to Jenna, and he moved to her with ease. It was like picking out a familiar face in a picture, and he moved to her in a moment, despite the fact that, a split second before, he could not have guessed where she was in the hospital. He knelt down in front of her, caressing her face with his eyes, and reached forward carefully, placing his hand just above hers. Her fingers tightened almost spasmodically over the arm of the chair before she withdrew her hand, tucking it away safely between her knees. He wished he could comfort her, let her know that he loved her, and that somehow he was going to be alright. But he was nothing but a specter, and there was nothing he could do for her. He reached out to touch her cheek, but withdrew at the last second before turning away.

To his surprise, it was almost as easy to find Agent Shaw as it had been for him to find Jenna. She was on the second floor of the parking garage, being escorted to a car. He appeared, shadowing her movement while staying out of sight. He didn't need to see her to be able to follow her, and he wasn't quite ready to face her yet, even if she wouldn't be able to see him. He followed along behind the slow progress of the car, watched as it turned onto the street, and continued to move after it, jumping a little ways in front of it, standing quietly on the sidewalk as he waited for it to pass, and then moving in front of the car again.

In the middle of a street, just as the hospital was starting to vanish behind the first row of buildings that surrounded it, Jamie felt the tug of his body. It grabbed him, held him in place, prevented him from going further. It wasn't willing to completely relinquish its soul to the world. But Jamie wasn't willing to give up his quest either. He latched onto Laurel, clung to her like a particularly stubborn lemur, and that grabbing was enough to tug him away from his body. He felt it trying to pull him back, but as long as he felt the connection he wouldn't worry about traveling further away. Jamie had to believe that he would know if his body began to fail.

He shadowed Laurel all the way to her house, never staying in view of her for more than a couple seconds, but never completely losing track of her. He didn't know what would happen if he let go of her, but he wasn't ready to find out just yet.