Personally, I don't think the entire Scavo family has been wiped out. But with the writers' strike, who knows how long until we know for certain? Besides, Marc Cherry (who owns DH, not me) seems to be a bit of a loose cannon. So this story is written as if Lynette has lost everything.

"Nooo!" Lynette screamed--anguished, devastated. She picked her way gingerly through the wreck that had once been an affluent, upscale street towards Karen McCluskey's house.

Karen was unable to keep up. She followed behind at a slower pace, stunned at the rubble that had once been her beautiful house, her mind unable to wrap itself around what her eyes were seeing. She thought about her house--where she had lived with her husband, Gilbert. And where she had raised--and lost--her only son. All gone. She paused beside a fallen tree limb to catch her breath. She closed her eyes--all her pictures and mementos--gone--crushed under the force of the tornado which had passed through Wisteria Lane not even fifteen minutes ago. She felt a wave of sadness wash through her but before she could give in to tears, she remembered--Ida! Ida was trapped under all that wreckage. And the Scavos! All six of them. No. They couldn't all be gone. They just couldn't.

"No! No! NO!!" Lynette was hysterical now, tearing at the debris over the McCluskey house with her bare hands, scarf awry and showing her bare scalp. Her hair hasn't grown in since they stopped the chemo, Karen thought irrelevantly. In the face of such devastation, she wasn't sure what to do first. But watching her neighbor, so recently sick, struggling to get through to her family, she decided.

She hurried to Lynette to help her clear a path to the basement. Lynette was like a woman possessed--now sobbing, then muttering angrily under her breath, and she didn't seem to notice the older woman. They worked side-by-side, oblivious to the sounds of their neighbors emerging from their safe rooms and basements into the outside world to see the devastation for themselves.

Karen had just dumped a particularly heavy piece of wood (was this part of a window frame?) off to the side when she heard Lynette swearing. She turned around to see the younger woman holding her leg in both hands. Blood was seeping through her fingers. Swearing again, Lynette savagely tore her head scarf off and started to wrap it around the wound, but Karen stopped her.

"Let me take a look," she said. There was a rather deep gash in her shin and it was bleeding profusely. "You know you'll need a tetanus shot, Lynette."

Lynette stared at her in disbelief for a moment. Then she wrapped the scarf around her leg. "You're a real piece of work, McCluskey."

"Don't take that tone with me. I'm just saying."

"No. Look around you. Do you think any cars can get in or out of Wisteria Lane? Hmm? My whole life, everything in the world I love is under ten feet of rubble and you're advising me to just run right down to the local emergency room and get a tetanus shot?"

"Now just calm down, Lynette."

"I will not calm down! This is all your fault! They were in your basement. If they weren't in your basement..."

"That you invited yourself into, by the way."

"No. I'm not wrong here. And you knew Tom was having an asthma attack."

"Ida--and her cat--were invited by me."

"Yeah, you said that before."

"You know, you're really not making any sense, Lynette. You sound as if you want to be..." Karen stopped herself before she said the word dead. "...in the basement with them."

"Maybe, right now, I wish I were."

Karen looked at her sharply but didn't answer. As they waited for the bleeding in Lynette's leg to slow down, they heard sirens in the distance.