"I dont know", she said.
"Its the only way you'll be able to figure out what happens."
Amy tapped her fingers on the table. Unsure what to do. When she didn't respond Jackson
interrupted her thoughts.
"So, what do you say?"
"You said that Im in danger?", she asked.
"Yes you are."
"Why? You still haven't told me what Im in danger of. And how do you know? Better yet, why do you even care?"
"I really cant devulge that information at this time. I just need you to trust me, Im trying to help you."
"How can I trust you when I dont even know you?"
"Its up to you. But if you value your life, you'll work with me."
"I dont know. This is too much. I cant.."
She leaned over holding her stomach.
"I feel sick", she said.
"Let me walk you back home", he said.
She stood up but her legs wobbled beneath her. Jumping up quickly, Jackson ran to her side. Grabbing her by her waist he held her up. She leaned against him as they walked slowly out of the resturant. Half way up the road she started to slump, her feet dragging across the pavement as he held her up.
"Amy", he called to her.
He realized that she was out. He stopped, lifted her up and carried her the rest of the way home. Once he was at the apartment he sat her down on the steps and tryed to wake her up, but she wasn't budging. Reaching inside her pants pocket her pulled out her keys. Picking her up again he put the key inside the lock and turned. He was thankful that she only had one key on her key ring. He pushed the door open and walked inside, closing the door behind them.