The plan hadn't worked like they thought it would. The building had no intention of allowing the two men to sacrifice their lives like they had hoped, instead it didn't allow anything to happen, the control room continued to lose air and the building continued running, Jordan and Tom remained alive and Shawn, Megan and P.J. remained dead.
With no other option left to them but to return and see if the others were dead, Tom and Jordan turned from the room, and made they're way to the closed blast doors. A large metal wall loomed ahead of them, running to it Tom slammed his hands against it praying for answering knocks.
"Diana! Kyle! Can you hear me?!" As if in answer the door lifted revealing the inside of the room, papers lay across the floor, the only evidence of a plan gone wrong. "Diana! Mia! Kyle!" There wasn't a returning answer. Tom slowly made his way around the desks and stopped dead. Jordan ran into him causing him to stumble forward onto his knees in front of the silent group of people.
He scrambled over to his son who lay with the girl's head on his shoulder. He kneeled before him, for what must have been minutes before he moved to hold him, pulling his dead weight half on his lap, the unmoving face resting on his shoulder.
"No, no, no, Kyle? Kyle, wake up. Please." He could see Jordan kneeling in front of the others and shake his head when he came to each of them. He looked to Tom and he started speaking. Tom didn't hear him, all he could focus on was the motionless face resting near his neck, he couldn't feel the light breathing of sleep against his throat and that's when it hit him, his son wasn't coming back to him, he was dead, he wasn't breathing and his heart wasn't pumping blood through his body. That's when he started to cry, it started out as soundless tears and quickly morphed into desperate sobs, and his whispering never ceased, "No, no, no, no,..."