Prologue:

September 11, 2001

It was just like any other morning to Phillip Brooks. He woke up at six forty-five as he had done every other morning since he had taken his job as an ad agent. He groaned slightly as he sat up in bed and pushed the covers off of himself. He rubbed his tired eyes to try and get the sleep out of them.

"Phil shut off the alarm." his still very tired wife muttered as she turned on her side to face him.

"Sorry." he said the same thing every morning. "But in my defense there was a time when this alarm was set for you as well." he laughed. Kennedy, his wife, was a school teacher but she had just started her maternity leave, she was just a mere two weeks away from giving birth to their son, whom they planned on naming Owen Jack Brooks.

She rolled her eyes before closing them again. He kissed her temple before standing up and shutting the alarm off. "Another day another dollar in our son's college fund." he reminded himself as he stretched and got ready to start his day.

He appeared back in their bedroom fifteen minutes later and soon enough was fully dressed in his suit and tie. He hated having to wear a suit to work every morning but it was a good job so all he could really do was count his blessings and count the days till the weekend when he didn't have to work.

"Ken, I am heading out now." he softly called to his wife.

"Have a good day Philly." she replied back to him. "Be safe."

"I always am." he reminded her before leaving the room.

To some Phil Brook's life may seem mundane, getting up and doing the same thing day after day. Seeing the same people constantly, Phil himself would admit that it was not for the faint of heart. Growing up he never pictured himself as being the suit and tie kind of man, he had wanted to be a pilot or a professional boxer, but those were just childish dreams. But sometimes when he found himself on the subway coming home from work he would let his mind wonder.

"Morning Charlie." Phil yelled out as he made his way to the security guard, the same one he saw every morning.

"Well hello Young Phillip. How's your wife doing?" Charlie was an older gentleman who had taken a liking to Phil right away. But that could be because Phil would bring him a coffee every morning.

"She's doing good. The doctor said it could be any time now. We're both very excited."

"Good for you both. Be careful going home tonight Young Phillip, looks like rain."

Phil looked up at the sky. It was a clear blue, there was no way it was going to rain on such a fine day. "Nah Charlie. Your eyesight must being going." he lightly teased the older gentleman. "There isn't even a cloud in the sky today."

"I'm tellin ya I feel it in these old bones. It's going to rain."

Phil let out another small chuckle. "I'll take your old bones into consideration Charlie. I gotta go in now. Have a good day."

"You too Young Phillip. You too."

The ride up to the thirty-first floor was a quiet one. Phil was still early, he liked to have at least ten minutes to just sit at his desk and get settled before his crazy work day started. The elevator dinged as it stopped on his floor and opened up it's doors. Phil strode past Betty, the woman who worked at the front desk, he said hello to her before continuing his way to his desk. With a sigh he sat down and looked at the picture he kept of at his desk of himself and Kennedy on their wedding day. It was so hard to believe that that was three years earlier. Time sure flew by. But he couldn't help but feel proud of both himself and his young bride. Shortly after getting married Phil had gotten his current job and the newlyweds packed up and left their native Chicago, leaving all their family and friends behind to come to the Big Apple. It had been hard to adjust for them but they had and now they both had jobs and were expecting a baby boy in the coming weeks. Phil let out a content sigh he had an absolutely perfect life, he really did.

They say that your whole life can change in an instant. All it takes is a blink of an eye and everything is different. One moment Phil was happily staring at the photo of his wedding day the next moment everything had gone black. Phil was blissfully unconscious as the madness set in around him.

Perhaps if he had been awake he could have taken what Old Charlie had said into consideration. He had said it would rain, and rain it did.

Kennedy Brooks watched in horror as the event played out on the screen. Her lips silently whispering a prayer for her husband. She had never been so scared before in her entire life. How could this be happening? It was like she was in some sort of nightmare that she could not wake up from. All she could do was watch and pray that Phil would be returning home to her that night.

A/N: First off I want to just come out and say that I do not mean to be disrespectful at all. I was thinking about how much time has passed since that horrible day and I got this idea. I am not trying to make fun or cause any disrespect to anyone. I am sorry if this story causes anyone undue distress because that is not my intention. I promise that this story does get better. So if you stick with it I promise you will not be disappointed.