The woman isn't moving. She is lying on the floor, blond hair spread out around her face, eyes staring up at the ceiling. One arm is stretched out towards her son. The boy comes out of his corner, crawls over to her, shakes her, asks her why she won't wake up. She'll never wake up again. He sits with her for hours, as the day goes on. Until the maid comes to tell them that dinner is ready, opens the door, and screams. She is cold. For the boy, the rest of the day is a blur, doctors and ambulances and Papa in a rage and Claudia crying. But one thing sticks. Maman is gone. She gone and she's never coming back.
Light years away, decades forward in time, Rodney McKay lies in bed. But when he tries to sleep all he can hear is his father's voice, mixing with Carson's and Elizabeth's and Sheppard's. They're gone. They're gone and their never coming back.