After succeeding with pushing the attacker away J turns her back to him and attempts to crouch over Peter, trying to see if there's anything she could do. Something she shouldn't have done. All of the sudden everything goes white and silent, everything around her disappears and the only thing left in the world is indescribable pain.

With a weak movements J looks down at her side where she had just been cut, seeing nothing but red as the blood keeps pouring out from her fresh wound with a rapid speed. She attempts to move her, intending to press her wound to make the bleeding stop, but can't quite do it. For some reason her limbs didn't listen to her any more. The tears that she had held back before falls freely and the strength disappears from her legs, making her to fall.

Oh.

It's nothing like in the movies, dying that is. She doesn't see her life flashing before her eyes as a film, there's no music, lights or sights of pearly gates or anything. Her whole world consists only from the pain and realization that this is it, everything is over. This is nothing like the time back in hotel at New York, when Mr. Gazman had taken out the gun and slowly pulled the trigger, engulfing in the sadistic pleasure after seeing her to fall apart. Back then J had truly believed that she wasn't going to make it and the fear had been strong enough to make her pass out. But right now? She didn't feel any fear. Maybe it was because of the shock, but the only things she could register, aside from the pain, was the sadness and concern.

The life fades away from her green eyes before her fall is even over, making her dead body hit the floor with a echoing 'thud'-sound