A/N: This story contains spoilers for season 8 through episode 10. It includes canon pairings and general 5th year friendship. This is a plotted out multi-chapter story, and I will do my best to update as regularly as possible. I am not a disaster expert nor in the medical field. All my research for those aspects of this story came from the internet. I am new to Grey's Anatomy and have never written for it before, so let me know what you think. Thank you for reading.

You build your life around people. Friends, family, co-workers, and even strangers whirl in orbit around each other, and you, in predictable patterns. Everybody has their own personal solar system, a cluster of people that make up your life. And after a while, we think we become experts at predicting exactly how these patterns will play out.

Meredith stood in the elevator of Seattle Grace Mercy West Hospital, as she had a hundred other times on a hundred other days. Today, though, things were different. She breathed carefully, trying to control her emotions. She had just dropped off her daughter Zola in daycare, for the first time since she and Derek had actually gotten official adoptive custody of the girl. They were really her parents. No more Janet, no more court hearings. Zola Grey-Shepherd was here to stay. And today was her first full day in daycare since becoming their legal daughter. When the elevator stopped and the doors slid open, Meredith headed down the hall and passed the familiar figures of her sister Lexie, and Dr. Webber standing at a nurses station.

She smiled in greeting and made her way to the chief resident's office, which they'd kind of co-opted into the unofficial 5th year lounge, ever since April had been given the job. Meredith wasn't entirely sure whether other resident actually appreciated having the other 5th years in her office all time, but April hadn't tried to kick them out since the first day, so, at the very least, she tolerated it.

Meredith walked in the door and sat down on the couch next to Cristina and Jackson, who were both downing handfuls of dry cereal from a box they shared. April sat across from them, at her desk, planning surgical schedules. All three glanced up as she entered. "Morning," Meredith greeted.

We think we know who will hate us, and who will love us. Who we can count on, and who will let us down. Who will leave us, and who will stay. We take our expertise for granted. It makes us lazy.

Alex stood in an empty hallway and spoke quietly into his cell phone. "Amber-look-did you get her to take the meds after she calmed down?" He let out a frustrated sigh and paced the hallway rubbing his hand on the back of his head. Alex knew his mom could be a handful and a half when she was off her medication, just like Aaron. But, for some reason, a part of his sister somehow still believed that they'd just magically get better and suddenly stop really needing their medication. Fat chance.

"You can't just listen to her when she says she doesn't need her pills anymore. That's wishful thinking. Trust me, she does. You can't just listen to her. Don't be stupid. You have to be careful. Remember when Aaron-" He flinched a little as the conversation continued, "I know. I'm sorry. I should be there. I-I have work-hello? Hello? Damn it."

She'd hung up on him. But Alex couldn't exactly blame her. He was the shit older brother who only ever came home to help her when things got really bad. Only when her other brother tried to kill her. And even then, he'd been too much of a dirt-bag to stay. He wasn't strong enough to stay. He knew it, and so did she. Of course Amber hated him. Of course she'd hung up. Alex clenched his free fist and spun on his heel in the hallway. "Damn it!"

Talk about having a tough couple of weeks. First, he'd been in a stupid ambulance crash that had injured an entire family. Both of the parents had died, along with the grandmother who was in the car with them. That had been a bad night all around. When he'd made it back to Seattle Grace and things had settled town, he'd found out that Dr. Altman's husband had also died the same night. Which meant things were messed up for Cristina. And other residents who wanted cardio rotations with Teddy. But mostly for Cristina, which bothered him because they were, well, friends.

Adding to all of that, Alex had had more than a few bad outcomes with surgeries lately.

Now, his sister probably thought he was a worse brother than ever before. And Alex knew she was perfectly justified to feel that way. He felt like crap, but he just couldn't go back there. Not long term. He wouldn't make it. At least Meredith had gotten her kid back. He didn't have that on his conscience anymore.

He huffed down the hallway, stuffing his phone in his pocket.

But the truth is that the people around us still surprise us. Expecting only patterns is no substitute for looking at the real individual people in our lives.

As April worked to finish the skills lab schedule for the upcoming week, she half listened to the conversation the others were having. She couldn't really help paying attention. Even before making chief resident, April had always been hyper-observant of people around her. She didn't really know why. Maybe she'd always been striving to understand them better. Or she was just over analyzing her habits. It wouldn't be the first time.

Lately she was worried about Cristina. Her interest piqued when the topic turned Teddy's recent loss.

"I don't really know how Teddy can be so zen about all of this with Henry," Cristina said through a mouthful of cereal. "She's only taken a week of time off. It's like she's not blaming anyone. I'm more angry at Owen over all of this than she is. We all lied to her. And I couldn't even save Henry's life. I didn't save her husband. And she acts like I did her a huge favor or something, thanking me."

Jackson winced, lowering his eyes and Meredith placed a hand on Cristina's knee. "You did everything you could," she added softly.

The loss of Henry Burton and the circumstances that followed was still a sore spot for all of them, but out of everyone, aside from Teddy, of course, Cristina was hit the hardest. Despite her tough exterior, April knew that Cristina felt losses as deeply as any of them. Especially considering who this patient was and how she was forced to operate on him, and then lie about it.

"She knows you did your best," April said looking up from her work. "Everyone knows. Maybe Dr. Altman just needs time to process. Working probably takes her mind off of things. I think it's...easier for her to be numb than angry."

At least that's how it'd been for April with Reed.

Shrugging quickly, April looked down again. She could feel the probing gazes of the other three doctors, and it made her a little uncomfortable. It seemed like anytime she tried to help it just made the others feel awkward. She could never really tell if Meredith and Cristina actually liked her or just tolerated her, both as a quasi-friend or as chief resident, and she hoped they took her comments in the spirit April had intended. She knew that she could be annoying and that Cristina and Meredith were often irritated by her.

Since becoming chief resident April had tried really hard to be less awkward, but the fact of the matter was she'd spent an entire lifetime feeling like a square peg in a circular world, always slightly out of step with her own peers.

Out of everything April had to do as chief resident, all the scheduling, planning, skills labs, surgeries, the works, she still found that the hardest part of her job was managing the other 5th year residents. The attendings she could mostly handle, even if they did make her nervous, and the younger residents she could also work with relatively well. The interns actually respected her authority the most, and did the best they could whenever she worked with them or taught a skills lab. That was only probably because they wanted to impress the chief resident for personal career advancement, but April appreciated it.

With her own year, April still felt a lot like an outsider. Even though it had been 2 years since the merger, of her 5th year peers, the only person she could confidently say reciprocated her friendship was Jackson. However, friend or not, the 5th years were all a part of her team, and as chief resident April knew it was her responsibility to know exactly what was going on with them. So, she'd keep an eye on Cristina, and help as best she could.

The silent moment was broken when Alex stormed into the room scowling. He made his way to the couch and whipped the box of cereal from Jackson's hand.

"Come on, man!" Jackson protested.

Alex only gestured for the plastics resident to move over, before slumping down into the newly vacated space. He jammed his hand into the cereal box forcefully and began to eat, chewing angrily. Lately, Alex seemed like he was always angry, and April didn't really have much of an idea why.

A lot about Alex still seemed like an enigma to her. Sometimes they got along, but often they didn't. It wasn't like he talked to anyone about how he was feeling. Well, maybe he talked to Meredith or Cristina, but she didn't think he did it often. At the very least, April knew he certainly wasn't coming to her.

She did understand him a lot better than she had a year ago, so knew that he was not the callous jerk he liked to pretend to be. Not that he really cared if April understood him at all. Alex thought she was a big joke, and even though she hated to admit it, in some ways she felt he had a point. And April was doing her best to become a better chief resident, and to become less affected by what others thought about her. She was toughening up.

Yet, try as she might, seemingly inexplicably, she still cared about what Alex thought, no matter how rude he ever was to her. April sighed and turned back to her organizer.

Unfazed by Alex's grumpy attitude, Meredith leaned forward to get her own handful of cereal, saying, "So, you talked to your sister?"

"Yeah, whatever."

April's eyes flicked up to the couch. One more thing she didn't really know about Alex. He never talked about his family. Interesting. He had a sister. One who he didn't seem to have had a very good conversation with, based on his anger and his flat toned response to Meredith's question.

Watching his expression, April was curious about why the talk ended so poorly. Alex's features were drawn but his eyes looked sad. The moment he realized she was looking at him he met her concerned gaze with a fiery glare. April almost jumped from its intensity, swallowing quickly and looking back down at the desk.

Sometimes it just takes something big, a supernova in our personal universe, to make us realize that patterns with people can be broken. To make you finally see what's really in front of you, who the people in your universe really are, and how much they matter to you. And you might be surprised by what you discover.

Meredith sighed when Alex brushed off his conversation with Amber. His family situation was something he hardly ever wanted to face, and Meredith knew that it sucked. Sometimes he talked to her about it, and she thought that the times when Alex did let his feelings out, he felt better. She was about to press him for more about his conversation when suddenly the room started to shake.

As the whole room lurched around them, Meredith's hands tightly gripped the armrest of the couch. Lose objects began jerking around and falling off of tables. The open door swung back and forth. The cereal box fell from Alex's hand, spilling across the floor.

"What the hell-" Cristina began.

"It's an earthquake," Jackson mumbled, eyes wide.

Meredith's mind immediately turned to Zola and Derek, making her tense up in panic. What were they experiencing right now? Were they going to be okay?

"Guys, crouch down and cover your heads!" April said urgently, following her own instructions and moving from her chair to the floor. Meredith guessed that the hospital disaster checklist was burned into the other doctor's brain and for once appreciated the other woman's near obsessive dedication to rules. April's voice pulled Meredith from her frozen state and all four of the residents slid from their spots on the couch to the floor and pulled their arms over their heads.

Almost as quickly as it began, the shaking stopped. For several minutes everyone remained huddled, breathing loudly. Meredith reached for Cristina's hand, and squeezed it tightly. April was the first to spring into action, popping up from behind her desk in response to, of all things a ringing telephone.

"This is Dr. Kepner," she said breathlessly, grabbing the receiver on the desk, as the other four doctors cautiously stood up from their crouched positions. "Oh, Chief Hunt. Is everything alright?"

Meredith didn't let go of Cristina's hand as they rose, and all she could think about was her baby upstairs in the daycare. She must be so scared. She couldn't imagine how Zola felt, and began to be consumed with guilt for not being there. Cristina shook her head a little and squeezed Meredith's hand.

"You're sure? That's a relief," April said in response to an unheard phrase from Owen, "You're right. We are the crisis center." She shifted from foot to foot restlessly, and fidgeted with the phone cord.

Meredith guessed she wasn't the only one of them to be a little rattled by the unexpected quake. "Yes, sir. Since we haven't had any damage, we have to enact triage protocol. Patients will probably be coming in soon. Do we have time to-Yes, I can do that."

Alex must have sensed Meredith's panicked thoughts, because he moved closer, reaching for her shoulder, "It's okay, Mer. This building was earthquake engineered, so there shouldn't be much damage. I mean look around. Stuff just fell. None of Kepner's crap is even broken. Zola's okay."

Jackson and Cristina were quick to agree, both nodding as the plastics resident added, "I don't think that was 'Seattle's big one'. It can't have been very high magnitude."

"She's fine," Cristina whispered, staring intently. The look in her eyes made Meredith think that her friend was also very concerned about her little girl. She loved Cristina a little more. "You check on her right now, alright?"

Meredith nodded, straightening her shoulders and breathing deeply. She shouldn't assume the worst until she actually knew what was going on.

"Uh, we're all fine," April continued speaking on the phone, her eyes flicking around the room, meeting Meredith's gaze before stopping on Cristina and speaking in a softer, kinder, voice. "Yeah, she is here. She's fine, Owen. Okay. Whatever you need, Chief Hunt. See you in a minute. Bye."

Meredith watched April slowly hang up the phone, half dreading what the chief resident would say next. She may not be a rule freak, like the redheaded doctor, but Meredith was familiar with the crisis center emergency protocol of Seattle Grace Mercy West Hospital. For events like this, all surgical hands had to be on deck. Meaning that April was about to tell her that Owen wanted them all downstairs so they could plan and act out their triage roles. But all Meredith wanted to do was check on her daughter.

She was torn; as a doctor she wanted to help others, but right now, in this instant, Meredith was a mom. A mom who wanted to make sure her baby was alright. She opened her mouth to speak, "April, I need-"

Nodding vigorously, and anticipating her sentiments, April cut Meredith off, "I understand. You need to check on Zola. You'll do your job better once you know she's okay. You can do that. Hunt says so far most of the incoming patients are non-critical. The quake wasn't that big around here. But, we could still get some critical cases, and we don't know what's happening elsewhere, so we need to have as many surgeons as are available. You won't have much time. 10-15 minutes tops. Your pager is going to go off very soon. Meet us downstairs."

Springing into action as soon as the words left April's mouth, Meredith was out the hall and on her way to the daycare facility. She faintly heard the chief resident say, "We have to check on our current patients. I'll check Dr. Grey's set. Chief Hunt's gonna page us to the ER to prep for mass casualties, so you have to be quick..."

As the voices of her friends grew more distant, Meredith urged her legs to carry her faster. She had to see Zola, and practically flew upstairs. When she arrived she wasn't surprised to see a scattered few other employees checking on their own children.

When Meredith's searching gaze finally located her own daughter, huddled with Sofia and not too far from Tuck, she was almost overwhelmed with relief. A look of surprise spread across her face when she noticed that Derek was sitting on the floor next to the little girl talking quietly into his phone.

"Yeah. Well, apparently there were some tears when it happened, but most seem okay now. Yep. I don't know. It doesn't look like the tears came from one of ours. The daycare people said the Director of Operations cleared us. The building suffered no damage, everything is still working, so they are not going to evac the kids at this time, " Derek said, shifting and looking up at Meredith as she moved to join him. A bright smile spread across his face, and his eyes lit up, as he mouthed 'hey'.

Meredith sat down and lifted Zola into her lap, offering the other two children an affectionate smile. Sofia only gurgled, chewing on the ear of a stuffed dog, and Tuck barely looked up from his blocks. The playroom looked like a mess, as though all the toys had spilled from their bins during the shaking, but all the children their seemed to love it. They were clustered around the room, playing under the watchful eye of the daycare teachers. Meredith chuckled as Zola squirmed in her lap, reaching for a plush giraffe. Her baby seemed no worse for the wear.

Derek shifted again and intercepted Zola's tiny hand, pulling it his lips for a quick kiss and rolling his eyes for dramatic affect. The toddler's giggled. "Mark-Mark! Actually, all of you, because I know he's got you on speaker. Listen to me. They are okay. I am with them right now. Sofia is good. Zola too. Tuck's playing. They're not even scared. The staff are taking good care of them. You relax. Or try to, at any rate. Don't worry."

He held the phone in front of Tuck, "I will be down soon. Listen, Tuck's gonna help me say goodbye. Okay?" Derek winked and the slightly older child joined him in an overly cheesy, "Goodbye everyone!"

He hung up the phone and explained, "Mark, Bailey, Robbins and Torres. They all had patients and couldn't get away, but we had to know what was going on with the kids, so I came up here."

"That's very good."

Derek's eyebrows knitted together, "Are you okay?"

"Now that I know that the both of you are fine..." Meredith replied, kissing the top of Zola's head.

"Good. This doesn't seem to have been very big. Just big enough to scare people. Mark said not many ambulances are even going out," Derek said. He sighed, taking Zola's small hand again, "Still, some first day, huh Zola?"

Meredith and Derek spend a few more precious minutes with their daughter and the other kids before they knew that they had to head downstairs and help out with any triage. As they made their way downstairs together, both of their pagers began to buzz.

April moved from room to room, presenting as calm an exterior as possible while running her finger down each step of her chart check list. The patients she'd checked so far, both hers and Meredith's, all continued to be stable, albeit a little shaken up. April is almost ready to breathe a sigh of relief. Almost. With the plane crash several months back, the lack of critical emergencies turned out not to be a relief at all. She could only hope that Seattle had lucked out this time.

After finishing up with the last patient, April headed downstairs and started to help prep the beds and IVs, in case mass amounts of casualties did begin to filter in. If everything went according to the disaster prep plan, April knew that they could handle a significant amount of earthquake injuries. Especially given the lack of damage suffered by the hospital building itself. In a situation like this, the hospital's ability to prepare and adequately care for patients would drastically affect survival rates.

That's why April knew it was so imperative to practice and utilize disaster plans in the first place. To help doctors help people, even during a crisis. As she worked through each step of prepping the ER, April let her mind consider the reality of what had actually happened.

Seattle was definitely near a fault line. One which everyone seemed to know was overdue for a massive quake. That first day of her first year as an intern at Mercy West, they'd gone over disaster preparedness. April remembered every resident who trained her group emphasizing that it wasn't a matter of ifSeattle would have a mega-earthquake, only when.

This, however, was apparently not 'the big one'. She figured that they probably weren't at the epicenter. Still, the event was big enough to make April jittery. And there was the added danger of aftershocks. She lived here. So someday, she'd probably know what a big quake might be like. What a thought.

April remembered watching a special, on NOVA or somewhere, specifically on earthquakes once. It had featured huge earthquakes, 8, 9.0. The kinds of events that altered the earth's orbit. The kind that created tsunamis. That was the kind of jolt even earthquake engineered hospital buildings would not be able to withstand. Which when she thought about it…well, it was terrifying.

As her mind spun off in a thousand different megaquake disaster scenarios, April bent her head down over her clip board double checking that she had followed every step of her task. She was so absorbed in the list that she failed to see Alex leaning up against the nurse's station.

April bumped into him as she was dropping off her completed clipboards. She lowered her eyebrows skeptically, observing Alex. He seemed distracted. His phone was buzzing and he held it in his hand, as though weighing the option of answering or not.

"Hey! Watch where you are going!" Alex turned, glaring at April, as he silenced his phone and put it back in his pocket.

April was frazzled by the intensity of his anger, but managed to recover enough to check that he had done his role in disaster protocol. "Did you finish the pediatric prep?"

Alex cocked his head snidely. "Of course I did. I know how to do my job. Without crashing into people."

"I'm just double-checking. This is a shock. It's perfectly understandable that we're all a little on edge."

"Yeah, well maybe you are. I'm fine," he snapped in response.

Both of their pagers went off. It was Chief Hunt. Probably the team debrief. Or a trauma case. Alex brushed past her as he headed to the front of the hospital and April had to move double time to catch up with him. A familiar group of attendings and residents had assembled outside. They were the last to arrive and join the group of doctors outside the hospital near waiting ambulances.

Dr. Hunt stood facing everyone, tablet in one hand, gesturing with his arms as he began to speak to everyone.

"Okay people. Here is the situation: This is a low magnitude quake. As a result, it looks like the injuries we will be treating are mostly going to be reactionary. Stress related heart complications, asthma, panic attacks, etc. No reports of car crashes yet, and so far no confirmed fatalities."

There was an audible sigh of relief throughout the group, and April exhaled quietly. Maybe it really wasn't that bad. But then Chief Hunt shook his head, carefully pronouncing each syllable as he began to speak again, "Don't get too relaxed, the situation could change at any time, and I want everybody to be prepared to work in top form for whatever happens. Can we do that?"

April nodded and a murmur of agreement spread through the group.

Owen began pointing out individual doctors, and assigning them specific cases, neatly orchestrating what otherwise might be a chaotic mess. Sloan and Avery as 'candymen', with sedatives, and other medication at the ready. Yang and Altman on heart attack man. Kepner in the ER. Barnes and Wiltmore somewhere else, and on and on. Doctors began scattering off to their cases.

April was about to make her way back inside, when Hunt eyes returned to his tablet. He held his hand up, reading quickly. "Scratch that. Webber, you take the ER. Bailey? Kepner? We have got a call from the field. You guys go. A condemned building near the viaduct has partially collapsed. Apparently a homeless family is trapped inside. They've already got a couple ambulances over there, but Search and Rescue don't know the full situation, and given the amount of time they have been trapped..."

Both Bailey and April nodded, knowing what Owen meant. If anyone trapped that long had serious injuries, it would be better to have real doctors on the scene rather than just paramedics. April quickly grabbed med supply kits and climbed into the ambulance that was preparing to depart.

Nodding with pursed lips, Dr. Bailey looked April up and down. She moved toward the waiting ambulance, firmly stating, "More hands couldn't hurt. I call Dr. Grey."

April ducked her head, unable to stop the blush or the surge of insecurity that spread though her. She knew Dr. Bailey didn't entirely trust her as chief resident, especially after her first day. But April hadn't had any major mishaps sense then. Had she? Nothing major. Maybe she was just reading too much into it. She did that a lot.

Hunt winced and inclined his head, and Meredith followed Bailey on to the rig, where she sat across from April. "And there is a child involved but I can't spare Robbins, so take Karev too."

April watched as Alex moved away from the Peds team, obviously not really happy to be diverted from whatever that group was about to do. He clambered up into the vehicle, taking the last spot next to April, muttering, "Hopefully the damn thing won't break down this time."

Alex felt a little pissed. Okay, he was very pissed, but he couldn't exactly pinpoint why. Well, aside from the fact that today just sucked. It wasn't that he minded going into the field to help patients. Not at all usually. But why the hell did they have to have a stupid earthquake? On the same day his sister had hung up on him. The same day he had ignored 3 subsequent calls from Amber.

It sucked, because though he wasn't sure if he even wanted to talk to her again today, Alex knew that now he had no choice about not answering her call. Because of the emergency. It's one thing to choose not to talk to someone. It's something else to be unable to talk to them. And he was angry that the earthquake took away his choice. He knew that he could just turn off the phone. But somehow that just felt like he was surrendering even more of his power.

As though the universe just wanted to twist that knife just a little more, the phone in Alex's pocket buzzed again. He couldn't help but let a small groan escape his lips. He set his jaw and reached into his button tapping the side of his phone to ignore the call. He never had good luck with phone calls and medical crises.

Meredith must have guessed what was going on because she immediately asked, "Alex. Is that your sister?"

He shrugged.

April shifted next to him and remarked, "You know you really should turn your phone off. It's not proper protocol. You need to have your head in the game when you're going into a trauma situation."

Ass-kissing, rule abiding, 'it's always a good day with sparkles, but I'm so awkward I don't even make sense half the time', April Kepner. Great. He'd already heard from Amber what a crap brother he was; he refused to hear that he was a crap doctor from the bubbly chief resident. He didn't even care what Amber or April thought about him anyway. Not one bit. Nope.

Meredith tilted her head and said, "You know when this is all over Alex, you really should call her. As soon as you can. Not weeks from now."

Alex's jaw tightened and he rolled his eyes. It wasn't like it would really help to talk to his sister anyway. It hadn't done any good today.

"Yeah," April joined in, her voice way to eager and genuine for him to even handle right then. "Whatever problems you two have, she's probably heard there was an earthquake in Seattle on the news by now. I know when I turn my phone back on it'll be filled with messages from my family. She's probably really worried about you."

Alex's chest grew tighten, and her felt more anger flare up in his mind. What the hell did April know about the problems he and Amber had? And, what? Now the Meredith had the perfect happily ever after, she thought she could butt into his life? He wasn't some charity case. He didn't need their help; he could take care of himself. He'd always taken care of himself.

"Back the hell off, Mer!" He snapped leaning toward her with his features pulled into a deep scowl. He refused to acknowledge the flicker of hurt that passed across his friends face before her turned on April.

"I've dealt with enough crap today. I don't need April-freakin'-Kepner to be my Dear Abbey. So shut up and mind your own business. You know, if you didn't try so hard, people might actually like you!"

He felt only a little guilt at treating them this way. Because he just couldn't face what they wanted him to face. They didn't get it. The way things were between him and Amber. They'd never get it, and he didn't need their input for dealing with it. He didn't need anyone.

Kepner reacted just like he'd known she would. All downcast and sad eyed. Face falling, and blinking like he had just slapped her in the face. Almost the way she looked after their failed hook up the previous year. What did she expect? How the hell could you be chief resident, a fully grown adult, and believe that things can really work out? Think that a simple call to his sister would make things okay? Did she not understand that most of the time life bites you in the ass?

"Simmer down over there. We are on our way to a dangerous emergency situation. Yelling at your fellow doctors is not acceptable," Bailey's steely voice cut into Alex's angry thoughts and the rest of the ambulance ride what spent in a tense silence.

As the ambulance reached its destination and slowed to a stop, Alex glanced over at April, who seemed to be squaring her shoulders. Oh, here it comes. Some high pitched wine about how he was so mean to her all the time. Typical. The four surgeons moved to gather their med bags and exit the vehicle.

"You know, if you tried a little harder," April said calmly, "People might actually like you, Alex."

And just like that she hopped out of the ambulance followed by Baily and Meredith. So April did have some backbone after all. Go figure.

He was momentarily taken aback, too stunned to reply, but he quickly recovered and followed them out to examine the scene. The partially collapsed brick building loomed ahead of him, strangely reminding him of Reed Adamson the day she'd been shot.

The front of the building looked almost completely normal, like nothing was wrong. Only after a second closer glance did you realize that the back half was basically destroyed. Whoa. He felt for the homless family they were here to save. Yep, life always bit you in the ass. He sighed and followed Kepner to the Search and Rescue command center.

The best we can do is hope that the opportunity that makes you see beyond the patterns, the supernova of your life, doesn't come too late.