Authors Note: Okay this is going to seem crazy and like it doesn't make sense, but I have this idea in my head, and I needed to get something down on paper, and this is what I got down. The next chapter will be longer this is just a prologue. Anyway tell me what u think, I will be writing a second chapter sometime after Tuesday... And if you are a fan of my other fic finding the truth, look out for a fourth chapter of that coming out soon.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Rating: G/PG

It's October and it feels like February. It's Friday but it feels like Monday... The beginning of hell, until she realizes that hell will never stop. No matter the day, and the days no matter how long, will continue to be bitterly cold, this will be her routine.

Her fingers clasp around the Styrofoam cup, keeping her hands warm, the liquid is almost frozen, after only being purchased ten minutes ago. Goddamn Chicago weather. Her nose feels like it's going to fall off, and the fact that it's pitch black at six o'clock doesn't help either. She can barely see in front of her feet, but she continues walking. Pretending like nothing is bothering her as she gripes to herself, like she does everyday. Somewhere along the line this lifestyle got tiresome. She made an effort to change, and she has, but as she has learnt change is never too permanent, at least not all aspects of it.

So here she is, one year later, a doctor, a professional, sober, and happy... She thinks. Or as happy as she will ever be. Which says more than most people will ever know. Yet still the same cynic that she was five years ago when she started working here. Funny how some things never change. Maybe that's because she can never fully change. She will carry around the same burdens and responsibilities, but her outlook as changed a bit.

"Abby!" She knew the chase had to end eventually. She had hoped she could make it at least half way to her apartment before it did.

Swinging around she is met face to face with an enraged Doctor Lewis, her hair wind blown, and her eyes drab and dreary. There's nothing like having a six month old at home... She'll get the hang of it eventually.

"What?" Her voice comes out harsher than intended.

"You can't just walk out when you don't like something. I do or say, I'm in charge now." Abby rolls her eyes at her friend. She understands... Most of the time at least. Ever since Susan received her promotion it seems as though she is power hungry, demanding, bossy and just a plain bitch to work with. But right now her face is soft, and pleading, begging with Abby to let this go... Make Susan's life that much easier.

"Okay." She says replies dryly; not really wanting to get into this with Susan right now. She wants to be at home, in her nice warm bed... Not here working a thirty-six hour shift.

"Okay... Now get back to work." Susan turns on her heels. Abby looks out at the ambulance bay... She didn't get far not at all. The darkness has turned peaceful, almost soothing. She looks out into the night with a sense of jealousy and envy, how can such a simple thing turn so beautiful in just a matter of seconds. The night seems to change by the second, while it took her years to change. Even then she had to learn to change, learn to keep up with her change. Now she is still changing. Friends are no longer supporting her she is supporting them, even if they don't want her support. Which seems to be the case lately...

She turns on her heels heading back into the hospital, when something across the street catches her eye. Swiveling around she watches the little boy, focusing to see if he is alone. His little fist balled at his sides, head hanging in front of him, and she thinks she hears cries for help in the distance. Ignoring the fast paced traffic she dodges cars trying to make it to the little boy in time, his hands moving to his face wiping stray tears away...

Just as a beam of white and yellow smack her in the face. Her body falls ravaged to the ground, knees bent, arms crashing to her sides...A distinctive crack can be heard echoing in the streets as her head drops to the cement.

Authors Note: Short I know. Next one will be longer promise... hit that review button... please?