"She is a grown woman," Jackson stated, even as he moved back towards a wall. "She can decide who she sees when." Not, of course, that she'd decided to see him recently - at least, he didn't think she had, but his memories of the past few weeks were goddamn spotty. He hoped she hadn't, all in all.

He set the chair where he needed it to climb on top of it and reach that free patch of wall, and started to draw a heart valve.