It was dark and cold but a different cold. One she had felt before. She could tell the lights were dime and the temperature was low and yet she was not uncomfortable. Something about her surrounding should have made her extremely uncomfortable, and yet, she found them surprisingly comforting. Opening her eyes a little wider, she noticed the florescent lights buzzing above her head. Suddenly, the noise they emitted grew unusually load, as if noticing them had multiplied her ability to capture their noise. The noise immediately became unbearable. It almost gave her the strength to try to move. It has only been a few seconds since she regained consciousness, barely opening her eyes. She was scared to move. Moving could reveal to her she was paralysed, or worse, that this was heaven or hell. Her greatest fear could have come true, leaving those she loved behind. How could Jeremy ever get over the loss of the only family he had felt? Was Matt alive? For that matter, with Klaus dead, would Stefan, Damon, Caroline and Tyler still be there if she was alive? As all those thought rush to her head in a mix of confusing and a strange focus she questioned if she even wanted to be alive. If she didn't move, if she didn't open her eyes past her lashes, she still had hope. There was a security to not moving, because not moving; is not knowing. At that moment, something shocking dawned on her. The load buzzing of the light was the only thing she could hear. Something was missing. Something familiar that should be there, that was always there. Her breath. She was not breathing and in that moment violently sat up taking a huge breath.

All of her senses starting acting up at once. As she sat up in this grim gray room trying to catch her breath as if she needed air like never before. She could hear a very familiar voice coming from her side as well as strong hands taking both her upper arms.

"Elena, I am here. You are ok. Calm down, you are fine." Stefan said looking much more worries than he should if she was in fact "fine".

Elena took a moment to absorb her surroundings. Unfortunately, she recognised the place from a few years ago, on a night much like this one, where she had to go identify the bodies of her parents she divers had recovered out of Wickery bridge. The cold metal tables, the doors of the body freezers on the walls, there was no doubt she was in the Mystic Falls morgue, in the hospital basement. What she was doing in the morgue momentarily came second in her mind to the fact that she was alive. Stefan must have made it back in time and hide her here. She was unable to imagine how, but the important thing was, she was alive. Looking at her side, she grabbed Stefan's hand.

-Stefan, are you alright? How is Matt? How is everyone? Did anyone start having feeling from Klaus' destruction? She asked in rapid paste.

-Slow down Elena, try to catch your breath first, how are you doing?

-No, no, I am fine, you saved me, we don't need to worry about me, how is everyone else?

Stefan looked at her with a look of deep sorrow which tells her everyone was not ok. In her head she could see those last second before losing consciousness. She had seen him carry Matt to safety, and since she was ok, how could he not be. Oh, no, for a second she thought Damon, it had to be Damon. No one else could cause Stefan's face to show such grief.

-Stefan, please tell me, is it Damon? She asked with a worry showing the fear she may have just lost her best friend.

-Damon? Humm, I am not sure. I haven't heard from him, but since I am still ok, he should be too, at least for now. Stefan said confused and a little hurt at the question, but realising that no matter what Damon would still mean a great deal to Elena.

-Then who is it, what is happening? Please tell me! Elena shouted in hurried confusion.

-Matt had it ruff for a while. They had to revive him. He is in surgery right now. He has pretty severe internal injuries from the crash and he banged his head but the doctors are hopeful, apparently a few seconds longer and there would be no hope. Caroline, Damon and I are alright. Klaus must of lied about who sired our line. But, unlike us there was, there was no doubt about Tyler. I just spoke to Caroline and he is gone.

Elena had always known it was a possibility. She knew that the determination to neutralise Klaus could cost her such a dear friend. It was funny. They didn't start out that way, but she and Tyler had become quite good friends, allies in the fight and above everything else, he made Caroline so happy. It was like a rug was just pulled from under Elena's feet. Her eyes filled with tears as she looked on to Stefan, who still looked as if he wasn't telling her everything. There was a sorrow, a darkest that could not simply be explained by Tyler's death. She was about to ask him what he wasn't telling her when she hear another familiar voice shouting from the hallway and getting closer.