The night was dark in the city morgue as the zipper on a body bag slid open with an ominous sound. He was alive. Richard Fenton would stop at nothing to get to Donna Keppel. He loved her. He thought of the way her blond hair shone in the sunlight of the hallway as she carried her books. His eyes took on a murderous gleam. He WOULD get to her. He WOULD teach her to love him, and him alone.

Donna. Keppel's house. Day after the Disaster.

She lay, eyes open , on her bed, her friend Aubrey beside her. She watched as Aubrey stared

intently at the door, as her eyes darted from door, to window, to hallway, to her.

"You're crying , Donna" She said softly, wrapping her arms tightly around her. "He's not coming back. He's DEAD." She looked at her, cracking a small smile. "He cant hurt you."

"Aubrey-" Donna said softly. "He was stronger than anything. He was terrifying." Her voice shook, but her fear left her as Aubrey pulled her closer.

"Donna. He may have been, but do you know what?" Aubrey asked softly, her fingers massaging her friends hair.

"what?" Donna sniffled.

"You are Titanium, remember?" Aubrey smiled at Donna.

"Right" Donna whispered, resting her head on Aubrey's shoulder. She felt safe, lying there, Aubrey beside her. Richard was dead, nothing could ever hurt her again. She was Titanium. Unbreakable, unshakeable. And with Aubrey beside her, she could conquer anything.