"I didn't think they'd find me," Jackson admits, shaking his head a little where it still rests on his knees. "I thought ... I thought ... fuck, they probably have a tracking device in me," he finally decides, though he isn't sure if that's a justifiable explanation or outright paranoia.

He knows he should deal with this on his own. Not by going back, he'll never go back, but he has to do something and not drag Jono down into it with him. Hasn't he done enough?