She looked down at the front of her dress, noticing the smears of scarlet marring the white silk. Her fingers were tipped with blood as well as everything she'd touched after she'd run her hands through Jack's hair.

Her hands tightened in his as old memories flicker to the surface of her thoughts. "Taylor." The name was spoken softly before she shook her head. "I'm sorry Jack. Can we clean up first? I don't like blood." She wanted to forget the sadness and the pain.

"Is that okay? If we do that first?"