*10 minutes earlier at The Floating Rib*

Kiki and Morgan were sitting at a table in the back and restaurant trying to wrap their heads around everything. "Do you really think she did it?" Morgan asked not altogether sure he wanted the truth. Kiki hesitated not wanting to accuse her own mother of murder regardless of how strained it may have become over these past few months. Morgan wanted to throw up. He buried his head in his hands. How was he supposed to face his parents now after the woman he loved shot the woman his father loved and framed his brother's biological father for it? "How did things get so screwed up?" he grumbled more to himself than to Kiki.

"I fell in love with Michael" Kiki shrugged only half joking.

Morgan rolled his eyes and then was punched in the gut by guilt. "Oh god Michael, I can't imagine what he's going through. Shouldn't you be with him?"

Kiki stared into her half-empty Margarita trying to swallow the lump in her throat. "He says he doesn't want me there. I guess that's what happens when your mother frames your boyfriend's father for murder." She said her words dipped in pain and glazed with resentment.

"Come on," Morgan urged. "You can't blame yourself what happened to A.J. has nothing to do with you."

"Are you sure about that?" she asked exhaustion muffling her usual spunk.

"Kiki," Morgan sighed. "Don't be ridiculous, Michael doesn't blame you."

"How can you be so sure?" she asked with skepticism.

Morgan reached for her hand squeezing it. "My brother and I both love my dad and mom. That being said, we know what it's like to pay for your parents' mistakes. So, trust me when I say," he lifted her head up slightly so she would meet his gaze. "He does not blame you," he uttered every word with care and compassion.

For a moment Kiki felt a pang of hope perhaps even something more. A tear skated down her cheek Morgan scarcely had time to acknowledge it before the entire building combusted.

The report continued, "sources say there are no survivors- Wait just in there is one survivor. Our thoughts and prayers are with the victims' families at this time and we pray that the survivor pulls through.

A second later Dante's phone was ringing he answered. "Yes, commissioner," his tone dry. "Yes, I'm watching the news right now. Right away commission. "Looks like today is your lucky day" he hissed turning to Ava his eyes still immersed in bloodlust and anger.

Then he walked out leaving Ava with an unnerving suspicion that she would not live long enough to see her baby grow up. As she clutched her stomach and the unborn child within it she whispered "yes little one" even though she was alone. "I suppose we are lucky today but luck runs out eventually. So, we need a plan."

I the hospital in a quiet room all but forgotten by all the chaos lay Jason as he opened his eyes realizing he was home but oblivious to how long he had been away. He tried to call for someone but he had no voice his throat was sore and his head was throbbing. He could hear his mother from down the hallway shouting, "is it true is there a survivor?"

"Isn't it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back everything is different?" - C.S. Lewis