Tiny white lights slowly circled the dark wall and ceiling. Every night he spent in their company, laying on his back staring at them. They were comforting even if they were not meant for him. Up and down with each breath went the baby boy asleep on his chest. Tony gently rubbed his little hand between his thumb and index finger. It was an unconscious habit. The little boy was the only reason he was alive. Without him, Tony would have followed Michelle. So many times he would wish that he was killed with her, but when he caught sight of his son that wish would drown under the waves of love, responsibility and guilt. He missed her so much. Sometimes it hurt so much that breathing became difficult or all he could do was cry. It was in these quiet moments that the pain was most acute. He loved his son more than anything, but that love lived side by side with total devastation which waxed and waned. Michelle was a giant hole in his heart. All he had now was his son. She had left them behind. There were so many times Tony would look at his sleeping son and just cry. His name was Luke. Michelle loved that name so much. He looked a lot like his mom but had Tony's dark hair, eyes and complexion. Luke had begun walking (unsteadily) and was quite the fan of his Uncle Jack. Jack. Tony remembered his own shattered heart that day. Jack had looked out for Luke even when Tony was too blind, too devastated to see straight. Jack had pulled him back from the figurative ledge. Although, it easily could have become literal. "No, Jack! For once, back off!" "Tony this isn't about either of us!" He was done with this. He didn't want to live without her. He didn't know how. "Tony, please." Tony closed his eyes. His throat was beginning to close. He had to keep the tears in. "Luke is your son. Michelle loved him. She can't take care of him anymore. She needs you to. He needs you to. You'll find a way." He did find away and Jack had helped him on that way. It was by no means easy. Tony's heart was ripped, but he loved his son and he would give his life for him. He was a good father. For his son, Tony picked up the pieces and kept moving forward. Over time a new life was built from those pieces and Michelle would always be the foundation: unseen and integral.