Jack stood outside, watching Isabel through the partially open door. Part of him hadn't wanted to come. So much easier not to, so much easier just to let her quietly slip away and start pretending she'd never been here -- because they both knew chances were she wasn't coming back -- but he wasn't going to miss his last chance to see her.

He took a deep breath, made himself smile his oh-so charming smile, pushed open the door, and said, "Hey."