"Kevin, it's Alan. There's…there's been an accident." The voice on the other end of the receiver seemed distant. Kevin's hand ran through his hair, and he looked down at young Sam who had been gently tugging on his shirt for a few moments. "I'm on my way." Kevin murmured, his voice cracking slightly. He hoisted Sam into his arms and bounded to the living room. "Mom, Watch Sam…" He was able to choke out, tears streaming down his face. Kevin ran outside, throwing his helmet over his head, and starting the Ducati with no trouble. "C'mon, C'mon." He hissed at the metal beneath him. The clutch shifted, and the bike jumped out from under him. Quickly, Kevin flew to the hospital, weaving dangerously in and out of traffic in a desperate attempt to get to his wife. Upon arriving, he found Alan, who'd been crying already. "Alan..What happened?" He mumbled before busting through the doors to the hospital and rushing to her side. "Jordan, Oh God." He whispered, as he grabbed her hand, stroking it gently. "Kevin…" She whispered, taking a difficult breath. "Tell Sam I love him…" Jordan breathed, her blue eyes filled with tears. "Jo, come on, you can't do this to me. I need you." Kevin pleaded as the tears now fell from his eyes too. "Kevin, I love you." Jordan managed to whisper before taking her last breath. She was gone. The love of his life was gone. Flynn's eyes snapped open, as he sat up, gently rubbing his temples and wiping away the tears. He looked around to see he was still in the digital realm he'd created. His chest rose and fell, and he lay back on his bed, sobbing quietly.
Flynn found no solace in sleep, so he began to meditate, to no avail. Each time his eyes closed, all he could see was Jordan. In this world, he was God. Perhaps he could program, well, a program to be like Jordan. When closed his eyes and breathed heavily, He sat down cross legged and began to program. Once he applied all the needed updates he went into the system settings again. Kevin's eyes welled with tears as his memories gave this program a face. Jordan's face. As Flynn kept programming, his heart sunk even more. He could give this program every one of Jordan's manuerisums, but it'd never be Jordan. This program would be nothing more than a copy.
Quorra's POV-
She could hear him, crying in his sleep. Quorra fought with herself, debating whether to go in and check on him, or not. She decided against it. Quorra went to the mantle and pulled out her favorite book. Lazily she plopped down on the couch, and cracked the book open, giggling once or twice. A little while later, she saw Kevin emerge from his room. "Oh, Kevin, I was wond-" He walked past her, not speaking, not acknowledging her, for the first time in several cycles. Disheartened, she kept reading. When the time for dinner came around, Kevin took his in his room. Tonight, was the first time since she'd been saved, that she ate dinner alone. Quorra shoved the fork in her mouth, and sighed. Dinner was boring, without Kevin to talk to, she had no reason to socialize.