After giving her hands a quick wash, Lola looked at herself in the mirror quizzically. [i]What have you gone and done to yourself this time, huh?[/i] Rolling her eyes in frustration at her reflection, she quickly yawned and rubbed her head. The humidity made her want to tie her hair up, but she hated the sight of her neck so much, it put her off. As a compromise, she instead chose a plait that she could rest against the scar to hide it. 

Angrily, she gripped the sink. Was it so much to ask to have four hours of sleep in a row? [b]Yes, clearly it was in this place.[/b] There didn't even seem like any point in trying. When she closed her eyes all she could see was Jack. Jack and his stupid smug smirk. It was driving her slowly, but very surely crazy. The worst thing was that she didn't know why he was back. Was it a genuine coincidence that he showed up? As much as she wanted to believe it was, she didn't. Plus, she couldn't try and find out from within here. Had he called her? Sent her a message? It would have been a surprise if he hadn't. Lola was starting to understand how Alcatraz inmates' must have felt.  

Taking a deep breath, she pinched her cheek. Composing herself before walking back into the hall. She was rattled. This whole hostage situation was almost preferable to the psychotic Ex. At least she seemed marginally safe in here. For now anyway. Maybe it would be her own shallow grave she'd be seeing next. 

Walking into the bedroom, she laid down on the bed with an alarmingly vicious growl that she didn't even realise she'd made. Resting her hands behind her head, she stared up at the ceiling. Her eyes fixated on the light fitting as though somehow, it might contain some kind of answer. No one really knew how messed up she really was, and it was all [b]his[/b] fault.  Happy, funny Lola. 

[i]Yeah right.[/i]

It was at that point, that a song popped into her head.


[b]I'm one step closer to the edge, and I'm about to break.[/b]

Closing her eyes, she finally gave up and fell asleep.