Ambulance surrounded an attic apartment with a round window that was now broken, paramedics picking up off the ground the lifeless, broken, and bloody body of Eric Draven.

"Tonight they would have been wed," a 17-year-old girl standing in the rain with an old skateboard.

"Kid you need to get out of here," a cop pushing her away,

"Eric was my best friend, I am not leaving till I have made my peace with him," Caitlin replied.

"Hey Carl, we have a live one here," the cop bringing Shelly out of the apartment on a stretcher rushing to the ambulance.

Caitlin jumps in the ambulance before Carl had a chance to stop her,

"Caitlin, you cant go with her," Carl getting in too.

"I am staying with her," Caitlin looking him dead in the eye.

"Eric, where's Eric," Shelly cries out,

"he is going to be okay, just take it easy Shelly," Carl lying to her about Eric. Shelly had been raped and dragged around, she was really weak, she knew she wasn't going to make it, she slid her wedding ring off and Caitlin who was going to be in the wedding was holding on to the last person who cared anything for her, not wanting to let Shelly go knowing she wasn't going to be able to make it in this cruel city without Shelly and Eric. Shelly handed her ring to Caitlin,

"I cant take this Shelly, it was a gift of love from Eric," Caitlin holding Shelly's wedding ring in her hand.

"Please," Shelly begged, Caitlin looked into her frighten and weak eyes, Caitlin shook her head up and down.