Chapter 63 A Brief Respite

• The drive on the highway was boring, and Jackson kept quiet throughout most of it. I started staring at the repetitive scenery whipping by outside to pass the time. Just as I was beginning to think that he wasn't willing to waste his energy talking to me, he suddenly spoke up.
• “I don't fit in in that sort of that environment,” he repeated, pausing briefly as if deep in thought. “And I think you don't, too.”
• I felt strangely emotional and disappointed; perhaps because I'd just barely escaped death.