"He-hesaid he just had a headache, I left him there to rest while I went to the gym." Rachel is in tears as she talks to Madeline and Nate. "I should have stayed with him, he would be alive now if I did. I could have called 911, I could have done CPR, I-I could have done something." She wails.
"There would have been nothing your could have done." Nate hugs her trying to comfort her, he wanted to get this close to her for a long time. But not under circumstances like this. " It was an aneurysm, the doctor said he was gone in seconds."
Rachel leans into him and sniffs into a tissue. Madeline's eyes are only focused elsewhere. 'He traveled all over the world, he could have been hurt doing anything else. It's a small consolation that he spent his last days here with family. Maybe he knew it was going to happen. She wipes her tears as Nate releases the grip on Rachel and attends to his mother.
Sam arrives and makes his way to the family.
"Sam, thank you for coming." Madeline returns his hug and condolences and welcomes him to the gathering. She holds onto him for support.
"I can't believe it. I talked to him earlier that day. Not a complaint."
"Sam, this is Rachel, a friend of mine." Madeline then chokes up as she talks. "She had met with Michael before-- it happened."
They nod to each other. Rachel wiping her eyes while Nate holds onto her.
"Where is his girlfriend? Felicia?" Madeline looks around at the few mourners.
"Fiona, don't know." Sam answers to no one in particular as he eyes the casket covered with flowers. "No one has heard from in days. She was an odd duck, maybe she took off."
At least he knows who his real friends were. Madeline cries into a tissue.
The minister was ready to start the services and Michael was laid to rest beside his father.
Sam and Rachel exchange quick glances. They have work to do.