Jack leaned his head back so he could stare at the ceiling. "I'm sorry you hate me, doll face. All I did was try to help." He closed his eyes. "I left Shirley behind, not knowing if he was dead or alive. Not being able to get my official revenge." A heavy sigh escaped his lips. "You have your chance... you can kill me now. I'm lying her weak and wounded." He smirked with his eyes still closed. "So what's it gonna be, sweetheart?"

Deep down he felt horrible for bringing her there. Even worse for feeling that way. And round and round it went in his head. "I didn't mean for any of this bull crap." His voice was almost serious. His eyes opened once more. Jack felt defeated and he wasn't sure why. The one person he felt a strange connection too, hated him. And he wasn't even sure if the man he had been hunting for years was dead or not. If he was still alive there was no telling if he would be able to find him again.