"Isn't there anything about the Lux?"
Lisa scanned the internet, searching for any evidence of the terrorist attack on the Lux. Finding her name in an article about the attack would give her proof that Jackson was involved in it.
"Surfing the net?" Lisa jumped at Jackson's voice. She snapped her head up to see him give her a sympathetic look. "Sorry."
Lisa frowned. "I…I was just checking on a few things."
Jackson nodded in understanding.
It had been five days since Lisa's sudden amnesia. Jackson was trying his best to be patient, but his patience was wearing thin. She was very stand-offish toward him and that didn't help matters. Lisa hadn't remembered anything. Nothing even seemed remotely familiar to her. She tried to be motherly toward Rannie, but Jackson could see she didn't quite know how to do it.
"Here." Jackson held out his hand. Lisa stared at the object, confused. It was a paper airplane. "Take it." Lisa hesitantly grabbed the paper airplane gingerly with her index and middle finger. She looked at it for a moment then asked, "What is it for?"
"On our first date, I gave you a paper airplane. I thought I was being clever with us meeting on a plane." Jackson scratched the back of his head nervously as if he was trying not to get his hopes up for Lisa suddenly remembering everything because he showed her a dumb paper airplane.
"Oh," was all Lisa could say. It sounded like such a simple yet romantic gesture. Her heart probably warmed to near flames, if what he said actually happened. She gave him a little smile. "That's very sweet."
"Listen, I'm going to go out and get your favorite dessert from this bakery in town. Maybe eating something you enjoy here will jog your memory."
"I'm not very hungry right now," Lisa said before Jackson could make his way to the door.
"Okay." Jackson fiddled with the change in his pocket. "What about watching some more home movies? You haven't watched the one of our wedding day."
Lisa's stomach clinched. "I don't think I'm ready for that yet." He looked at her like she had shot him (again). "I'm sorry, Jackson."
"Then, let's talk." He pulled his desk chair up to hers and plopped down, anxious now.
"I just feel like being alone."
Oh no. Jackson growled, his nostrils flaring. He was trying everything to help, but Lisa wasn't co-operating! He vaulted up, his chair skidding backwards. Lisa jumped and stared wide-eyed at him, renewed fear at his unexpected action. Or maybe it was something she had expected him to do for days now.
But Jackson didn't say or do anything to her. He stormed out the office, and a minute later, Lisa heard his car pulling rather hastily out the driveway.
"It's been five days, Ron," Jackson said, pacing in front of Dr. Jameson's desk. "Nothing, absolutely nothing seems familiar to her!"
Dr. Jameson shook his head, disappointingly. "You must give it time, Jackson. Five days does not account for a long time when it comes to a person suffering from amnesia. You've always been impatient."
Jackson gave him a steely-eyed look. "Don't you start that crap with me. Can you blame me for wanting my wife back? She barely looks at me. Isn't there anything else you can do like give her a prescription or maybe hypnosis?"
"I do not believe those treatments will work in Lisa's case," Dr. Jameson replied, trying to get back to the paperwork on his desk.
Jackson leaned down over the desk, a foot from the doctor's face – gazing intensely. "I don't care if you believe it won't work in Lisa's case. I want you to try everything you possibly can to get her memory back."
Dr. Jameson's calm demeanor was starting to grow intolerant. He stared at Jackson with the same intensity. "I am the doctor here, Jackson. I will do what I think is right for Lisa's case."
"I'm her husband, and I will do anything I can to get her back."
With that, Jackson stalked out.