Lyle clenched her fists hard enough for her finger nails to cut her palm. She loosened the death hold a bit but not too much. Her anger was coming in pulses.<br/>"You are....so....." She struggled with her anger. She wasn't going to swear at him. She wasn't going to do something she'd regret later. She sighed and ran her bloody hand over her face. She sighed and moved over to hug him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his chest. "I need you." She whispered and turned to leave...hoping against all hope that Jet would stop her. She looked at her hand. waiting for what seemed like a life time.