Memories on the road to Pawnee still haunt his nights, burning every little part of his brain. He hasn't been the same kid since Lena left, since the gang attacked, why them? He didn't know, he shouldn't know, he was just a child they protected saying they were just an accident. The damage to the wheel was no accident, and he knows it. But it's not like he could do anything.

Jackson spent the time playing on his tablet, oblivious around him. His mother had had to leave, and his therapist was on other issues. Therefore, Nicky hired a new babysitter. He showed no interest in that.

He heard his new babysitter's voice calling him, and he just hung his head as he continued playing a silly game on the tablet. A game that he liked to play with Lena when they were both 6 years old, before the accident.

“I'm busy,” Jackson excused as didn't deign to see you, just focused on the game. Remembering the overturned car made his chest tighten with anguish. “Leave me alone.”