"Okay," he said. "Now, I want you to just... focus on breathing for a bit. That's a lot of words. Here." He holstered his revolver, wrapped his arms around her and lifted her to her feet. "Chair. Sit. Now."

Jack did all but carry her to one of the wing-backed chairs.

"Stay," he said firmly and darted to the nearest restaurant. He returned with two bottles of water, opened one and offered it to her. "Drink. Then start from the top, if you can."