"Danny," she shrieked, dropping down to his level. "Are you okay, who's here," her inquires flew out in on confusing slur.

"Vlad, he's brought an army with him," he muttered.

For the second time that day, Sam felt a sense of panic surge through her like lightening as she tried to comprehend what he had told her, shortly accompanied by an overwhelming sense of adrenaline, one that went into a sense of overdrive when she felt a hand on her arm. Danny was still there, having made it far up enough to sit upright, and was now attempting to stand, heaving a great deal of his weight on her for support.

"Danny… please don't," Sam shrieked

He paused for a moment, once he had gotten on his feet and held her arms gently as partially leaned on her just for support, staring at her in all sincerity.

"I have to. go into Mom and Dad's room. Lock the door and don't come out until I call for you."

Her eyes told him that what he had told her to do was the last thing that she wanted to do, but nevertheless, she held tightly to their daughter, flashing her husband a heartrending smile, before bounding swiftly into the room he had instructed her to. If it were not for the fact that Kati would have been left on her own, Sam would have ignored Danny's command completely and went out to fight along side him. Nevertheless, there she was cowering behind the mahogany bedroom door, waiting for the thunderous crashes that were echoing outside of it to subside.

They continued to echo throughout the house showing no signs of stopping, they only intensified, growing louder and more frequent, cut off only briefly by her husband's pained yells. Shortly after, the unfortunately familiar cry of Plasmius filled the entire house, as once again, the intensity of the explosions increased. Hearing them echo closer accompanied by the incessant thud of footsteps Sam thought for one terrifying second that they may have figured out that she was there and were ready to ambush her, this thought was completely disregarded though, when the footsteps stopped just short of the door and Sam heard the determined voice of her husband, taunting his enemy, causing the footsteps to carry swiftly and safely away from her location, the fight intensifying once again. Just when Sam figured it could not get any worse, one final scream erupted, coming from her husband and carrying enough power and agony for one to assume that his life had surely ended right there, the small room that Sam had hid herself and her daughter in finally registering nothing but complete, and utter silence.

Clutching Kati closer to herself, hiding her beneath the folds of her jacket, she lifted a trembling hand to the doorknob. A cloud of filthy dust is what met her when she cautiously stepped out of her "cement prison." Once it finally cleared, there was rubble as far as her eyes could see, the sun peaking out through the sizable hole that had been made in the roof. Neither Danny nor Vlad were anywhere to be seen; however, Sam did not have enough time to think about that since she suddenly remembered that she had not seen Jazz either. She had to find her. Stepping carefully through the rubble that was her husband's childhood home, Sam heard a noise that stopped her suddenly; a feminine, feral cry for help. Quickening her pace once again, Sam ran toward its source. Around the corner of the once living room something finally stood out to Sam, a familiar wad of strawberry blonde hair accompanied by strained aquamarine eyes, she had found Jazz. Luckily, she was still conscious as she lay sprawled uselessly on the blue glossy linoleum floor, her baby boy her lying on the floor not but a few feet away from her. Sam had to breathe a prayer of thanks when she noticed that just from what she could see he was seemingly unharmed by the blast.

Knowing that time was of the essence, Sam grabbed the infant under her right arm, before going over to Jazz and attempting to get her up from where she lay. The first few tries, Jazz had been far too disoriented to make it to more than a sitting position. Finally, she made it, adjusting her equilibrium so that she could stay standing while she took her baby boy from Sam's grasp, staring at her incredulously for one breathless second.

"Where's Danny," the first question came from Jazz, who had finally been able to open her mouth to speak.

Sam could not answer her. In all of her hurry to find Jazz, she had almost completely forgotten about Danny. Her voice hitched slightly as her gaze met the floor trying to answer Jazz's question without letting on that she was really worried.

"I don't know, he disappeared after he went to fight Vlad," her voice trembled more than she would have liked as she spoke, but she found herself unable to make it sound any more sure than she already had.

When Sam lifted her head, a look of instantaneous determination hardened her features as she stared into Jazz's fearful aqua blue eyes.

"Jazz, I have to find him, if Vlad took him there's no telling what they'll be doing right about now. Call someone and get help…"

A low, weak voice suddenly interrupted her worried vocalizations, as (despite its weakness) it echoed through out the entire house.

"Sam…" it was an eerie, almost pathetic sounding inquiry, but Jazz and Sam immediately recognized the speech pattern and ran to its source.

It led them to what looked like yet another pile of complete rubble, until they looked closer, and recognized something undoubtedly different, a pale, familiar hand sticking out of the mess, desperately trying to grasp something solid so he could pull himself out. Noticing his struggle, Sam grabbed a hold of his hand, making him aware of her presence as she whispered soothing words where she thought he could hear her, while Jazz worked on getting the slabs of concrete that had pinned him to the ground and hidden him from their view off of him.

At last, the final slab was pulled loose, revealing a wearied and obviously hurt Danny Fenton. Sam's eyes burst wide as saucers with sympathy when she saw his mangled form, letting go of his hand so she could wrap her arms around him being careful to miss the once again gaping wounds on his chest. For a brief moment he let his hand rest on her back, content to keep it there while he comforted his wife. Their serenity did not last long however, as yet another explosion rocked through the already badly damaged house. Without a second thought, Danny yanked Jazz to the floor earning a pained yelp from the woman while he turned the three of them and their children intangible, the scattered debris of the house falling harmlessly through them.

After what seemed like an eternity, the last of the debris settled, allowing Sam time to ease her body off from on top of Danny, who was now panting heavily from the effort that it took to keep them all intangible.

"Are you okay," she asked, staring at him one more time.

The sight of him was enough to bring Sam back down to her knees. It was only then that she noticed his eyes were closed, his body pale, colored only by the grapefruit-sized bruises and the rivulets of blood that dotted his extremities. A few of his bones stuck out, leading her to believe that they had most likely been broken. An isolated jolt of adrenaline shot through her as she felt a hand on the back of her shoulder. Jazz now stood behind her, offering her support even as worry clouded her own vision. Gently, Sam took Danny in her arms despite the blood and soot that threatened to ruin her clothes, whispering in his ears in an attempt to rouse him from his unconscious state. She was about to resort to slapping him when a distant rumble interrupted her efforts.

Once again, Sam felt herself being pulled to the ground, knocked swiftly by the next procession of explosions that rocked through the house. Echoing, hard footsteps jarred her out of her stupor moments later as they drifted closer and closer toward her. Next thing Sam knew, she was hurled into the air, only coming to rest when her back hit hard on the wall behind her, causing her to fall limply to the ground. Before she could even grasp what was happening to her, she felt her consciousness slip away, dissolving into nothing but a dreamless void.