"Amanda!" Kevin's voice echoed through the ruins of what had been their home less than an hour before. He called out again, "AMANDA!" Kevin fell on his knees in the ashes. It was his fault. He'd let Amanda stay behind. She'd been so sure she could fix it, but he should have stopped her. He hadn't even said goodbye...

"AMANDA!" He couldn't leave. That would mean admitting that she was dead, that he'd let her die. Someone touched Kevin's shoulder, and he spun around, expecting to see Amanda's red hair and hear her voice, to know that everything was alright..

Only it wasn't her. It was Art, Kevin's mute friend, gesturing that they should go. Kevin jerked his shoulder out of Art's grasp, the tears streaming down his face. He sat there for a long time, the wreckage still burning around him, hating himself for letting Amanda die.