End of an Era

August 26, 2006. The day it all ended and the day it all began, again.

"Linda! Linda, are you coming? I really don't want to be late today," Vince called.

"Yes, dear, I'm coming," Linda said walking out of the bathroom.

"Well this meeting today is very important," Vince said straightening his jacket.

"Keep your blood pressure down," Linda said as Vince opened the car door for her.

"Well Shane just phoned from the airport. Stephanie and him are already down there with the Jarrett's," Vince said.

"I'm sure that my parents will be here soon," Stephanie said. "They're usually not late."

"Oh, that's not a problem," Jerry said. "They'll get here when they get here."

"It's a problem," Jeff said. "I've got things to do today that don't include sitting around and talking to the McMahon's all day."

"Jeff you really must learn to be more patient if you wish to run the business one day," Jerry said to his son.

"If there is a business," Shane said laughing.

"Would it kill you to try and act more professional?" Stephanie asked irritated.

"We are so sorry for the delay," Vince said shaking Jerry's hand. "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine and don't worry about it," Jerry said.

"Well then, shall we?" Vince asked motioning to the private plane.

Ring, ring, ring, ring.

"I'm coming," Raquel yelled at her phone as she fiddled with the lock on her apartment door. "Goddammit already."

Finally the door opened and she grabbed the phone.

"Hello?" She answered half expecting the person to have already hung up.

"Raquel McMahon?" The man asked.

"Speaking," Raquel said dropping her keys on the counter. "How may I help you?"

"Are you available to come down to the police department immediately?"

"Of course, what's wrong?" She asked worried.

"We'll tell you when you're here," he said. "Do you have transportation or would you like a car sent to pick you up?"

"I can drive," Raquel said. "I'll be down there as soon as possible."

"So what's wrong?" Raquel asked as she walked into the detective's office.

"Sit please," the detective said. Once Raquel sat in the chair he started. "I'm afraid I have some bad news Ms. McMahon. Today your father's plane crashed killing everybody aboard."

Raquel slowly felt herself leave her own body. She felt helpless. She heard the detective talking but all she heard was mumbling. Then cold, all she felt was cold. Finally black, all she saw was black.