A deathly scream sounded through the night.

"What in the world?" said a very confused skeleton. Jack Skellington looked at his alarm clock. 3:18. He sighed, and slowly got himself out of his comfy bed. He strolled downstairs to see who rang his doorbell. He opened the door to reveal Dr. Finklestein. Rain pounded on his head, drenching him. Jack had no idea how he had gotten up his jagged front steps, but he wasn't about to ask.

"Jack, I need your help!" the doctor said urgently.

"Of course, please come in!" Jack said. Dr. Finklestein wheeled himself into the Pumpkin King's home. Jack closed the door behind him. "What's the problem?"

"It's Sally." he simply said.

"Sally? What's wrong with Sally?"

"She hasn't been home for two days."

"What?" Jack gasped. They had gone out two nights ago at Spiral Hill…

"Usually when she sneaks out she comes back in a few hours. Of course, I do have Jewel now, however she isn't the best at cooking…" the doctor explained. Jack stood there with worry on his face. He tried to hide it.

"What makes you think I can help find Sally?" Jack asked, his voice wavering slightly. The doctor stared Jack in the face.

"You think I don't know about you two?" he said with a smirk. If Jack could blush, his face surely would've given him away.

"Well…we have no time for such things, we've got to find Sally!" Jack said changing the subject. He was halfway to the door, when he realized he was still in his night clothes. Dr. Finklestein left with a nod, and said he would be at his home. Jack ran upstairs and quickly changed into his pinstripe suit, and grabbed an umbrella.

"Sally?" Jack called into the night. "Sally?

It was thundering in Halloween Town, and Jack had gone to the cemetery looking for Sally. He reached the grave of his dog, and tapped his leg. Zero bounded up from the ground, his pumpkin nose glowing bright.

"Find Sally, Zero!" Jack urged him. Zero barked in reply, and took off into the night. Meanwhile, Jack went to Spiral Hill, where he had last seen Sally. She wasn't at the base, or the top. Jack searched all around the hill, but no sign of her. Jack heard a sudden bark. "Zero?"

Zero came floating over and tugged on Jack's sleeve. "Did you find Sally?"

Zero tugged harder. Jack followed his dog deep into the forest, and saw an outline of something against a tree. He squinted, then gasped. "Sally!"

Jack ran over with his umbrella. He knelt down to her. Sally's red hair fell onto her face in swirls. All of her limbs were missing. Jack pushed the hair out of Sally's face. She was freezing, and she was completely soaked. He tried to shake her awake, but her eyes didn't open. He picked up what remained of her in one long arm, and carried her to Dr. Finklestein's.

"Sally?" said a muffled voice. "Sally, are you all right?"

"Mmm…"

"Doctor, she's waking up!"

"Jack?" Sally said slowly. She felt a hand on her forehead. Sally opened her eyes. Jack Skellington was leaning over her bedside, feeling her forehead. He smiled at her.

"I'm here, Sally." he said softly. He kissed her cheek. Sally blushed a light pink.

"Is she finally awake?" a scratchy voice said. Sally heard the doctor's wheelchair come into her room.

"Yes, she's looking a little better." Jack said. Sally tried to sit up, but alas, her arms and legs were gone. She sighed in embarrassment. She didn't want Jack to see her like this. They hadn't been dating for very long. Dr. Finklestein wheeled over to Sally's bed.

"Where were you?" he barked at her. Sally's head throbbed with pain at the sound.

"Doctor, please! She can't handle this right now."

"No, it's quite all right, Jack." Sally assured him, when the throbbing stopped. "I was in the forest, and I fell asleep against a tree, and when I woke up, my arms and legs were gone. Then I laid there for a day because I knew no one would hear me if I yelled. Then I fell asleep at night again. Now I'm here."

The doctor sighed. Sally coughed.

"You can't go losing your limbs like that, girl!"

"I remember something else, too." Sally spoke up. "When I woke up and my arms and legs were missing, I thought I heard laughing…like little children."

"Lock, Shock and Barrel…" Jack said under his breath. "Doctor, please watch over Sally. I have something I need to attend to."

Jack walked out of the doctor's house. It was only a few hours after daybreak. The storm had passed. He made his way down to a wooden bridge, that led to a tree house-home to three naughty little children.

"Yahtzee!"

"Lock, you cheated!"

"Did not!"

"Did so!"

A brawl soon followed. Jack entered the tree house unnoticed. He stared at the three fighting children, then pulled back his face and roared. The little children stopped. They jumped and lined up in front of the scary Pumpkin King. In front of Jack stood: a boy in a devil's costume, complete with real tail; a girl in a purple witch's costume; and a smaller boy with a lollipop stuck in his hair.

"Lock?" Jack asked.

"Here!" the boy responded.

"Shock?"

"Yes?" the girl said sweetly.

"Barrel?"

"What?" the small boy answered. He pulled the lollipop out of his hair and threw it in the trash.

"You all remember my friend, Sally?" Jack said sternly.

"Who?" Lock asked.

"The girl with the stitches?" Shock pondered.

"The one who's arms we-"

"SHUT UP, BARREL!" the other two shouted. Jack knelt down to Barrel's eye level.

"Go on, Barrel. What were you going to say?"

Lock and Shock were making faces behind Jack. Jack turned around and assured them that if they continued…well, let's just say they weren't going to like the outcome. They backed off. Jack turned back to Barrel. "What were you going to say?"

"Well…" said Barrel innocently. He was the most well-behaved out of the trio. The most well-behaved a former 'Boogie's Boy' could be, anyways.

"Yes?" Jack stared into Barrel's eyes, scaring him out of his mind.

"We-took-Sally's-arms-and-legs-while-she-was-sleeping-and-threw-them-up-a-tree!" the words came flooding out of Barrel's mouth. He clamped his hands over his mouth. Jack smiled.

"Thank you Barrel." Jack produced another lollipop from his jacket. Barrel took it from Jack's bony hand and ran over to his cohorts. They stared daggers at him. Jack ran out the door and headed towards the thick woods.

"Doctor, she's getting worse." Jewel said. She patted Sally's forehead with a damp cloth. Sally was sleeping, and her body temperature was steadily decreasing. Sally coughed heavily.

"Hmf. It's what she gets for sneaking out-going places she not allowed, WITH PEOPLE SHE SHOULDN'T BE WITH-"

"WOULD YOU GIVE IT A REST!" Jewel yelled at the doctor. He only stared back. Jewel softened. "Her hypothermia is turning into pneumonia. I don't know what to do…"

Dr. Finklestien steered his chair over to her. He patted her back gently.

"It's going to be all right, she's going to be fine." he said, not believing his own words. Sally's temperature steadily hovered at 93. Sally's face twitched every now and then, but she remained asleep.

"Zero! I found the last one!"

Jack's voice was met with a happy bark from his dog, who floated over to his master. Jack carefully climbed the tree where Sally's arm was. It waved at him weakly. Jack reached with his long arm and grabbed Sally's hand. The branch he was on broke.

"Whoa!" Jack tumbled down to the ground, and hit his back with a loud THUD. His head popped off his neck from impact and went rolling down a hill. Jack's body followed after his head while it yelled, "Over here! No, left! YOUR OTHER LEFT! Ow!"

Zero followed his master all the way down the hill, and found the head buried in the bushes. Jack's body picked the head out of the bushes and secured it back on his neck. "Ah, much better."

"Arf arf!" Zero barked. Jack looked up to see Sally's arm in his mouth.

"Good boy, Zero! Let's bring that to Sally!" Jack said. He took the arm away from the dog and walked back up the hill. He wandered into the woods and found the large bag he had brought with him. Jack put Sally's arm inside, and carefully picked it up and slung it over his shoulder. He hurried out of the woods and reached the Spiral Hill. Jack felt a nudge come from the bag. He put it down and opened it. One of Sally's hands had came undone and jumped out of the bag. Jack stared at it for a moment, then picked it up and tried to put it back inside. Sally's hand grasped Jack's and refused to let go. Jack smiled. He closed the bag back up and slung it over his shoulder again. He held Sally's hand all the way through town.

"It's freezing." Sally whispered. Sally twitched under the thin blanket. She heard the front door open. She coughed.

"Hello?" called a voice. Sally's eyes opened slightly.

"Jack?" she said faintly. She could hear the doctor's wheelchair rush to greet him. Everything they said was somewhat muffled. Then Sally heard the rush of footsteps coming up to her room. She closed her eyes again; she was too tired to keep them open any longer. She heard her door open, and small footsteps walked over to her bed. Sally heard a bag being dropped. She finally had the strength to open her eyes. Jack Skellington was sitting next to her bedside. He turned to see she was awake.

"Hello, sleepyhead. How are you feeling?" he asked gently.

"F-f-fine." she shivered. "I'm just a little cold."

His hand went straight to her forehead. His face turned worried.

"Sally, you don't look well, and you're cold as ice." he said. Sally coughed again and assured Jack she was fine. Jack pulled his other hand up for her to see. Sally's hand was still holding Jack's. He smiled. "You can let go now."

"Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-"

"It's quite all right. I rather enjoyed it." Jack chuckled. Sally finally smiled. Her hand let go of his and went in the bag. Jack pulled out Sally's arms.

"I found all your attachments." he said with a grin. "I warmed them by the fire."

Jewel came in with some string and a needle. She quickly sewed Sally's arms and legs back on, while Jack told Sally the story of how three little tricksters had stolen her appendages. Sally grinned throughout the story, and when she was complete, she sat up.

"What a wonderful story." she said jokingly. Jack laughed.

"Are you feeling better now?" he asked. Sally nodded, and despite her efforts, and small cough ensued. Jewel smiled and left them alone. "That's wonderful, I was worried about you."

Sally blushed.

"Jack, I-"

"Awake now, I see."

Sally jumped at the voice. Dr. Finklestein came into the room.

"Yes…I'm back together again." Sally said. Dr. Finklestein wheeled himself over to Sally's side. He got out a thermometer and put it in Sally's mouth. It slowly moved into the nineties but didn't go very far. Jack looked at Sally. Her eyes looked distant. The doctor removed the thermometer and read it. Sally laid back in bed.

"94. It's gone up." Dr. Finklestein said. He turned around and was leaving when Sally started to shake. Jack leaned toward her.

"Sally? Sally, what's wrong?" Jack asked anxiously. The doctor turned back around.

"So cold…so cold…" she said. Her eyes were wide open. She looked at Jack. Jack leapt from his chair and ran downstairs. He returned with numerous blankets. He gently laid them on Sally. Sally's shaking slowed, but didn't stop. Dr. Finklestein went downstairs to get medicine.

"Thank you." she said. Jack smiled meekly. Jewel ran upstairs with the medicine. Sally drank it, and closed her eyes. Jewel put a damp cloth on her head. Sally's shaking slowed some more, then stopped completely. Jack returned to the chair by Sally's side, and waited for her to wake up again.

Meanwhile, the mayor was running around town looking for the Pumpkin King. It seemed that everyone knew where Jack was except the mayor. While he was running around like an idiot, everyone else simply went on with their day. The corpse kid and the mummy child were busy building a mud monster while their parents watched from the benches. The winged bat child soon joined in. However, their attempts were crushed; literally. The mayor walked through the mud monster as if it didn't exist. The children sighed. The mummy child ran over to the mayor and pulled on his pant leg. The mayor looked down. The mummy child pointed to the doctor's laboratory.

"Is that where Jack is?" said the mayor's sad face. The mummy child nodded. The other children ran up to him.

"Yeah, he's there with Miss Sally. She's sick." said the corpse kid. The mayor's face turned happy. The witches flew over on their broomsticks.

"Who's Sally?" they demanded.

"That pretty rag doll of the doctor's." the winged bat child replied. The witches looked at each other in disgust.

"Why her? She's not even scary!" said the short witch.

"Who cares? I finally know where Jack is!" the mayor said. He waddled towards the doctor's place, then felt another tug on his pant leg. He looked down at the corpse kid.

"Leave Jack alone. Miss Sally is sick, and she needs him." he said. The mayor's face turned back to sad. He shuffled back to his own home, pouting.

Sally still wasn't awake after sunset. Dr. Finklestein had gone to bed. Jewel tried to convince Jack to go home and rest as well, but he assured her he would be fine. She shrugged and went to bed anyway. Jack looked back at Sally. She remained motionless. Her head was tilted slightly towards him. He marveled at her beauty while he stroked her cheek.

"When you get better, we'll have a picnic at Spiral Hill, and watch the sunset. We'll really hold hands through town, and gaze into the stars. Just as I promised." He kissed her cheek. Sally's head moved slightly. Jack watched vigilantly. After a minute he relaxed. He laid his head against the wall and watched Sally sleep.

"Mmm…" Sally yawned. She slowly sat up. It was still dark outside. She looked to her bedside. The Pumpkin King sat asleep in the chair beside her. Sally smiled, and slowly got out of bed. She stumbled over to her dresser, and gripped it for support. Her head was a little dizzy. Sally crept out of her room, and made her way downstairs. She drank a glass of water, then tiptoed over to the ramp leading upstairs. Sally coughed hard, then stared at the long walk up. It seemed so much shorter on the way down. She turned around. Sally started back towards the kitchen, but suddenly the room began to spin around her. She felt herself falling backwards-into open arms. Sally opened her eyes to reveal Jack Skellington. She quickly stood up.

"I'm sorry! Did I wake you?" she asked.

"No, not at all. Are you all right?" he asked her. Sally nodded.

"I came down for a drink of water." she looked up at the ramp. "I don't think I can make it back up, though."

She suddenly was swept off her feet. Sally instinctively put her hands around Jack's neck.

"Do you think I'm going to drop you?" he chuckled. Sally blushed.

"No. I just…I…" Sally smiled and put her arms down. She rested her head against his chest. He smiled and carried her back upstairs. He placed Sally on her bed. Jack pulled the covers over her, and sat back in his chair. Sally looked at him and coughed once. "Shouldn't you go back home?"

"Why? You're still sick. My place is here, with you." he said. Sally blushed again. She brought up her once-interrupted question.

"Jack, I…" she couldn't finish. He took her hand.

"I know. I love you, too." he replied. Sally beamed. Jack grinned his skeleton grin, then leaned down and kissed her softly. Sally's eyes twitched with excitement, then closed and she kissed Jack back. They pulled away at the same time. Sally giggled.

"I hope I don't get you sick." she said. He laughed.

"Don't worry, skeletons don't get sick." he said. Sally smiled, and closed her eyes.

"101. You're sick."

Jack sighed. He coughed heavily. Sally giggled. She was sitting up in her bed, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

"I thought skeletons didn't get sick." she teased. Dr. Finklestein scoffed and left the room to go fetch medicine.

"Yes, well, *cough* you're a bad influence." he laughed. He began coughing again. Sally smiled.

"Don't worry. The doctor made a special medicine for you. It'll help you get over this cold quickly." she said. He smiled again. He began to shiver. Sally draped a blanket over him.

"Thank you."

"You should go home and get some well-deserved rest." Sally instructed.

"But you-"

"I'm fine. The doctor said my pneumonia is almost gone. Please, go home. For me?" she asked. Jack looked at her.

"All right. I'll go home-for you." Jack said, before coughing again. He made his way downstairs, and took the medicine from the doctor. Jack thanked him, and left the doctor's house. The mayor saw him, and immediately ran over to him.

"Jack! How's our Sally doing? Better, I hope!" he asked with his happy face. Jack coughed faintly.

"Yes, she's much better now." Jack coughed again.

"Did you catch something too?" the mayor asked with a chuckle.

"It's just a little cold, nothing serious." he said. Jack shivered. "Anyways, I have to go home and get some rest now. I won't be planning Halloween for a little while."

"Won't be planning Halloween?" the mayor's sad face whirled around.

"Just for a little while, Mayor." Jack's head was pounding from the mayor's cries. He walked toward his house, and opened the gate. The mayor was still shouting and wailing. Jack's head couldn't take much more. "I'm going inside, please don't follow me."

The mayor stopped crying, and left Jack alone. Jack held his head in pain as he wandered up the steps into his house. He was greeted by Zero, who barked happily. Jack gripped his head again. "Shh, quiet Zero. I have a headache." he said. Zero whimpered, then laid in his basket. Jack walked upstairs to his bedroom, and fell asleep under the covers.

Jack woke up shivering.

"It's really cold in here." he said. He stood up and went to the closet. Jack pulled out several thick blankets. He turned and walked back toward his bed. The room began to spin. Jack's vision clouded.

"Oh no…dizzy…" he heard himself groan. He held the wall for support. He tried to walk back to bed, but the room went black.

"I'm going to see Jack." Sally called through the house. She was met with silence. She shrugged and checked her basket. Inside was some bread, hot cider and medicine. Sally was completely healthy again. She was worried about Jack. Sally shook her head and assured herself that Jack would be just fine. She made her way over to Jack's house. Sally opened the gate, and walked up the wooden steps. She rang the doorbell. A scream sounded through the house, but no one came to the door. Sally opened the door, and stepped inside. Jack's house was a mess. Papers and strange objects cluttered the rooms. Books were piled up high, and some had fallen into a heap on the floor. Sally made her way through the living room. Everything was a deep dark red, from the couch to the curtains. The floor was covered in a black and red carpet. She walked to the kitchen. Dishes were everywhere. Sally cleared a spot on the table, and set the basket down. "Jack? Jack, where are you? Is anyone home? Zero? Jack?" Sally called through the house. She trudged up the stairs and saw a barely open door. As she moved closer, she noticed it was Jack's bedroom. Feeling slightly embarrassed, she pushed the door open. Jack was on his side, unconscious on the floor. "Jack!" Sally exclaimed as she rushed to his side and kneeled down. "Jack! Can you hear me?" She grabbed his shoulder and shook him. No response. Sally carefully turned him on his back. He was paler than usual, and very cold. Sally feared the worst. She shook him again. "Jack! Jack, wake up!" Sally cried. She buried her face in her hands. "Oh Jack!"

"Don't cry, Sally." a voice whispered. Sally removed her hands. Jack was alive! His eyes were open, and were staring intently at her. Sally's sobs subsided, and she fell on top of him in warm embrace. His skeleton arms wrapped around her. "It's all right. I'm here."

"I was so afraid." Sally confessed. Jack stroked her hair. She tightened her grip.

"All right dear, I don't need any broken bones." Jack joked. Sally pulled away, and helped him up. He put a hand to his head. Sally helped the tired skeleton back to bed. She gently tucked him in, and kissed his forehead. Jack smiled sweetly at her.

"I brought you some bread and hot cider," she said. "And medicine."

"Hot cider sounds wonderful." Jack replied.

"I'll bring you some. Along with your medicine." Sally said sternly. Jack chuckled, then a cold shiver went down his spine. Sally recognized it and layered him with blankets.

"Thank you." he said. Sally kissed his forehead again, and went downstairs for his medicine.

"Jack's sick?"

"Is he all right?"

"Is he going to die?"

The townspeople bothered the mayor with countless questions he couldn't answer. The only solution was to ask Jack himself.

"QUIET!" the mayor shouted to get everyone's attention. They stared. "I'm going over to Jack's. I'll tell you everything later."

The townspeople agreed and slowly the crowd dissipated. The mayor sighed, and walked towards Jack's house. He waddled up the steps and rang the doorbell. A scream sounded through the house and the mayor heard footsteps coming towards the door. His face turned to the happy side. The door opened to reveal Sally. The mayor was taken aback, but his happy face remained.

"Good morning, Sally. Is Jack home?"

"Yes, but he's very sick and needs to rest." Sally answered.

"I only came to check on him. The townspeople are very worried, and I need to know what to tell them." the mayor said. He was determined to keep his happy face no matter what. Sally reluctantly moved aside and allowed the mayor in.

"I was going to clean up once Jack was asleep again." Sally apologized. The mayor paid her no mind. Sally walked to the kitchen and brewed some hot cider for them. She returned to find the mayor sitting patiently on Jack's couch. She offered him cider, which he accepted, then she sat down herself.

"So, how is Jack?" the mayor asked. Sally hesitated at the question.

"Well, he's got a small case of pneumonia, but he should be fine in a couple of days." Sally finally responded. "I have to bring him his medicine. I'll ask if you could talk to him; I know he gets tired easily."

"Sure, fine. I'll wait here." the mayor said cheerily. Sally smiled. She put Jack's medicine and some hot cider onto a tray and took it upstairs with her. She knocked, and heard Jack say to come in. She pushed the door open with her back and walked inside. Jack was fighting sleep in his bed. Sally set the tray down on his bedside table, and poured his medicine into a cup. The liquid bubbled a green ooze and a foul aroma. Jack looked up at Sally innocently. Sally laughed and told him to sit up. Jack halfheartedly sat up and drank the tonic. Sally sat on his bed, took the cup back and filled it with warm cider. Jack eagerly took the cup from her and drank the cider joyfully. He smiled and handed her the cup. Sally put the it back on the tray.

"The mayor is here." she said quietly. "He wanted to see how you were doing."

"And bother me with Halloween plans, no doubt." Jack assumed. He coughed. Sally stood up.

"I'm going to send him up." Sally said triumphantly. Despite Jack's pleading, Sally marched down the stairs and told the mayor to go up. He practically ran up the stairs. Sally remained downstairs and began to clean.

"Goodbye Sally!" the mayor waved. Sally waved back from the door. She closed the door and went up to Jack's room to check on him. She knocked.

"Come in!" Jack's voice was soon absorbed in coughing. Sally opened the door and went to his side.

"I don't know how you put up with this, Sally." Jack coughed some more, then closed his eyes and sighed. "That mayor…can't live with him, can't live without him." he said jokingly.

"What did he say?"

"He wanted to know when I'd be better, and I told him these things can't be calculated. Then he proceeded to whine and moan about me not being there-" Jack began coughing again. Sally patted his back.

"You need to lay down and rest." Sally said. Jack's coughing subsided.

"I suppose you're right." he agreed. He laid back down, and Sally pulled the covers over him. He chuckled softly. "This feels familiar."

Sally smiled. She kissed his cheek, and went downstairs to finish cleaning.

"SALLY! NO! SALLY!"

Sally ran up the stairs to see what on earth was the matter. She burst into Jack's room to find him having a nightmare. And not the good kind. She quickly ran to his side.

"Jack! Wake up! It's only a nightmare!" Sally pleaded. Jack soon stopped screaming, but remained asleep. His unconscious body sat up and turned towards her. His eyes remained shut as he got out of bed. Sally backed away from him, scared out of her mind. She knew you weren't supposed to wake up a sleepwalking person, but what else could she do? She found herself against the wall. "Jack, please wake up! Jack! Jack! AAAHHHHH!"

"Oh…my head…" The Pumpkin King woke up on the floor. To be more precise, at the foot of the stairs. He slowly sat up. That was one strange dream. He dreamed that Sally was thrown off a cliff by Oogie Boogie. Jack shook off his dream and looked up. There was Sally, a hole ripped in her side. She was sitting up and sewing herself back together. She looked up and noticed he was staring at her.

"AH!" she screamed, which made them both jump. Sally collected herself. "You're awake now. I'm glad."

Jack stared at the gaping hole in her side.

"Sally…Did I-"

"No!" Sally interrupted. "Er, you know how clumsy I can be. I, uh, I tripped a-and…I fell down the stairs, that's all."

Jack didn't believe her. He woke up by the stairs for a reason. He crawled over and kneeled by her side.

"Sally. I'm so sorry. I have no idea what I did-I would never hurt you!"

"I know, Jack." Sally said. She looked into his eyes. "I believe you."

She kissed him tenderly. She pulled away and finished sewing. Jack helped her up. No sooner than he was upright did he fall to his knees. Sally gasped. "I must've broken your leg when I hit you with the lamp!"

"Lamp?" Jack asked. He noticed a long broken lamp by the stairway. He began to laugh.

"What's so funny? I broke your leg!" Sally exclaimed.

"You beat me! With a lamp! No one's ever beaten me in a fight before!" Jack laughed some more, then grabbed his right leg in pain.

"Jack!" Sally knelt down to him. Jack was still laughing, but the laughs were soon overridden by pain. Sally grabbed two kindling sticks from the firewood and ripped off a part of her dress. She made Jack a makeshift splint, and tied it around his broken calf bone.

"Wow, Sally. You're a wonderful nurse. Ahhh!" Jack grunted in pain. She helped him over to the couch. He closed his eyes and sighed. "Don't worry, it's just a fracture. My bones will heal in a couple of hours."

Sally relaxed. Jack's pneumonia hadn't surfaced since he started screaming. Then Sally remembered what he was screaming about.

"Jack?"

"Hmm?"

"Why were you screaming my name? In your nightmare?"

Jack stopped to think a moment. Sally waited patiently for an answer. He figured there was no harm in telling her the truth.

"Oogie Boogie threw you off a cliff." he said quietly. Sally blushed.

"Oogie's gone now. You know that's never going to happen." she stated.

"I know, but I worry anyway." Jack smiled. Sally smiled back at him.

"I…I love you." she finally said. Jack's smile only grew bigger.

"I love you too, Sally."

They shared one more loving kiss before the house burst into flames.