18 November 2002 - 0300 hours
Frank paced the floor nervously. His fiancée - Nancy Drew was seated on a white plastic chair. She looked up at him, rubbing her hands. He noticed that bruise on her cheek was rather swollen. They had been waiting for almost an hour now. Suddenly, the double doors burst open and a tall, distinguished man in a surgeon's gown stepped out. Frank dashed to the man.
"Please, tell me, is he alright?" begged Frank.
The man raised his right hand and put it on Frank's shoulder. "I'm sorry, son. He didn't make it."
Frank's shoulders dropped. He rushed to the emergency room where a lifeless body lay. The body was badly bruised and had a horribly battered face. Frank knelt by the bed and held up the limp and cold hand. He cried and cried, his fiancée by his side, holding him. His only brother - Joe Hardy - dead.
