Disclaimer: Sorry to tell you, I don't own 7th Heaven.
Being one of the points of view of millions of households, the Camdens all stare in silence of the tragedy. Ruthie, traumatized, by being the youngest viewer, can barely handle the harshness of the world. Simon continues to fidget, tying to distract himself. Eric Camden, almost doubting the ways of God, can lean of Annie's shoulder, and close his eyes, and continue to pray. Mentally asking hundreds of overlapping questions without a single answer forces him to only hope that this is just a dream.
Suddenly, the Reverend only knows that the topic must come up this Sunday. He has to be the brave one to speak of it. He has to put away the other issues and focus on a certain subject that has changed the world.
A Tuesday like no other Tuesday, a September like no other September, a year like no other year. This was the day that Eric had to be the man of the house, the person that the rest of the family would look to for a simple answer. Why?
Harshly interrupting all personal thoughts, the telephone rings. As Annie begins to ignore the rudeness of the caller, she remembers that any phone call could be important.
She rushes to the kitchen, and brutally grabs the phone.
"Hello?" She says, changing her voice to sound sweet and calm.
"Reverend Camden?" A sad, crying, voice replies.
"No, this is Annie, his wife. I don't think this is the perfect time to call."
"No, you don't un-der-stand." The sobbing voice blew their nose. "I need to talk to him. He's the only one who can help-me."
Annie signaled Eric to the phone, and took back her place quickly on the sofa.
"Cam-den? Rever-end Cam-den?"
"Yes?" Eric said sympathetically.
"I need your-your, help."
"Yes, anything." Eric looked at the television during pauses.
"My-my-son," the person was stuttering.
"Yes?" Eric repeated.
The person took a deep breath and finally let out: "Is dead."