[It wasn't Jack's fault, but she felt a small pang of sadness when he told her that. Feeling utterly useless, she simply lowered her gaze and nodded in understanding.]

[There was one last thing, though. It wasn't much, but with things still awkward between them, and Jack still in such an obvious funk over yet another loss...it was the only thing she could offer him besides her company and a free dinner:[

When you come back...do you think...you could show me what you've written? In the book.

[She could only hope he wouldn't get mad for her intruding on something he might have considered private. Still, she had to offer. Truth be told, she really was curious.]

You don't have to if you want to. I was just thinking...you've worked so hard on it, somebody else should see it. Remember with you.