A/N: Just a randie thought I had watching TV the other day. It's not much but it is what it is.

I couldn't help but think to myself that this was it. I mean, who wants to die when somebody shoots up a building? But I guess I chose to stay in the building because I was on the 4th floor with my clients – Kevin, Joe and Nick – in the studio. I only found out about the shooting because over the PA I heard somebody call a code-red. To say I was scared was an understatement. Even though I had my best friends with me, it didn't help ease the fear so much. Because when you think of putting yourself in this type of situation, you think certain things are going to help, when in reality those things don't help the apprehensiveness that's been caused.

I was snapped out of my own little world when Nick started rubbing my back. His eyes finally caught mine and he then was able to see just how scared I was.

"Hey, everything will be okay. We'll get out of here safely." He told me.

I looked from him to his brothers and then back at him and held my gaze. "Can you promise me that?" I asked. "Can you promise me that I'll get to see my sisters again? The only family I have left. Because that is one pretty big promise to make and I understand that these circumstances call for certain measures but… you know what? I take back everything I just said. And this is what I say now, Lie to me. Let me know that even in the wake of misery there's still a chance that everything will be okay."

Let me know if it's good enough to keep writing.