Drew laid his back against the blackened cobblestone wall of his dungeon prison, defeated, head hung, wondering how much longer he would have to live like this, how much longer he could withstand. The first few weeks he was hopeful, he felt like he could outsmart his captors. He attempted several escapes, but the punishment for his lack of success was beatings at the hands of his all too willing captors. Every time he was caught during his attempted escapes they would return him to his dark, damp, cold prison with a smile and lash him until they got bored. Slowly the days he spent in there became longer until they blended into one long depressing abyss. Drew spent more time drifting in and out of what seemed like an unconscious sleep. After one of his many failed escapes, his captors decided to constrain him to a wall. Cold steel cuffs were strapped around his wrists keeping him chained to the wall like an animal. At first it gave him some odd sense of hope, surely his captors had decided to up their restraining tactics because they knew he had the power to escape if he really kept his mind to it but as the weeks passed his inner voice turned from hopeful and encouraging to despairing and grim and he realized that maybe he would ultimately end up dying here, never again seeing Sam. Sam, how he missed her. Many times he could swear he heard her voice as he drifted in and out of unconscious sleep. She called his name, and it felt so real, as if he could open his eyes and see her kneeling beside him in his cold prison. He learned to keep his eyes shut for he knew it was all a trick but as long as he kept his eyes close maybe he could fool himself, even if just for a bit. He could hear her intoxicating laugh, see her sweet smile, smell her beautiful flowing brown hair. The only thing he could not feel was her touch, oh, how he missed it so. When he remembered, it only made him shudder more, realizing how cold and unfeeling it was in his lonely prison dungeon. Suddenly out of the silence he heard the jolting sound of the door being open. When all he had was darkness and silence it seemed like all his senses were heightened. The sound made his ears ring and the light creeping through the opening door almost blinded him. He closed his eyes tightly and kept them shut as the familiar sound of one of the captors footsteps came closer and stopped at the front of his cell door. The captor tossed something into his cell, and it landed with a small thud by Drew's feet. ''I have a little gift for you, a little something from home.'' Drew's curiosity was piqued but he immediately noted the hint of amusement in his captor's voice. Whatever it was, it must surely be a game. ''Enjoy.'' Said the captor before turning on his heels and walking out from where he came from. Drew's eyes were still trying to adjust from the burst of rare lighting. His eyes felt much better once the door shut and they readjusted to the faint lighting of the moon through the distant window. Drew looked down at his feet and saw a brown envelope, he braced himself to move and cringed as he reached for it. Pain crippled him as he clutched his side. He had been kicked hard the last time he tried to escape and a large bruise formed where blood pooled under his skin. He wasn't sure how bad he was hurt but he sure felt like it was pretty significant. With whatever power he had left he reached and grabbed the envelope before quickly seeking the comfort of the wall he previously laid against. He ripped open the envelope and pulled out a stack of photos that were buried inside. His heart leaped at the sight of the first photograph. It was a picture of Sam. There she was, a tangible picture of the woman he loved and longed for more than anything else on this planet. He stared down at her for a long time. She was so beautiful, how he missed her, how he wanted to see her, to feel her, to let her know he was still alive and that he had made the biggest mistake of his life the night he walked out on her. All he wanted to do was to hold her in his arms for what could be an eternity. He forced his eyes to break their mesmerized gaze of Sam and finally fall on the tall boy that was with her. He could recognize that floppy haired boy anywhere. Drew could see they were clearly in front of Kelly's diner. Sam smiled at the boy, while unknowingly being photographed. Drew's eyes looked over Danny's features, he was so big, the little boy he had promised to love as his own had grown into a young man without him. He was such an adorable kid, how he wished he could have been there to see him grow. Drew flipped the picture to the back of the pack and looked at the next, again Sam at Kelly's still, this time she had the prettiest of girls high up on her hip. The girl cupped Sam's face as Sam looked back at her. It was definitely his precious baby, Scout. Healthy, happy, and beautiful. He felt a lump form in his throat and tears fell freely from his eyes. Would he ever get to hold his baby girl again? How he missed them, how he would love nothing but to be with them in that photographed moment. Drew reluctantly flipped the second picture to the back of the stack also and froze as his eyes closed in on the next picture. Again, at Kelly's still seemingly unknowingly being photographed, on what looked to be taken at the same moment of the other pictures, Dante was greeting Sam with an arm around her back and one rubbing Scout's curly haired head. Sam looked up at Dante with a smile which sent a wave of unsettlement in Drew. He quickly looked at the next picture hoping for proof that this wasn't what he assumed it to be only to be hit with another confirming picture. Dante's head bent down to kiss Sam's willing lips as Scout looked on happily. If anyone said a heart couldn't physically ache from heartbreak than surely they never truly felt it for he felt like he had been sucker punched at that moment. He was suddenly afraid to look on but unable to stop himself. As much as it hurt it, was the first time since his ''death'' that he had any news of what was going on with Sam. How many times had he wondered how she was doing, prayed that she was ok. He forced himself to keep going. He flipped some more. There were various pictures of Sam out and about, sometimes with Alexis, sometimes with Molly, a few with Jason and Danny, more with Scout at the park, Dante mostly present with them. Drew felt a twinge of despair, maybe in his subconscious he had always hoped that somehow, Sam would have been able to figure out that he was still alive and that maybe Sam was working hard at trying to find him. That hope was quickly silenced at the sight of these pictures. There was just no way that any of them would know he was still alive by the look of these pictures. The stack of pictures were almost over, but there were a few left. Drew hesitantly flipped to the next. Again, some pictures of Sam with Dante. She seemed happy beyond words. Drew selfishly thought that he would only ever be the one to make her that happy. He knew Sam had tried to give Jason another chance, but he knew she would never be truly be happy with the man who never put her first. He always figured it was only a matter of time until she came to her senses and left Jason. It just never occurred to him that he would not be around when that happened and that she would move on without him yet again. It saddened him even though he felt a reassurance in the fact that her life after him hadn't become a bad and dark one. He flipped the picture again, each picture a new moment captured between Sam and Dante obviously falling more and more in love with one another. The realization that no one was looking or coming for him hit him. Drew let the stack of pictures fall from his hands, crashing loosely around his side. He let out a pained growl as he angrily fought against his restrained wrists. He let his head hit the back of the cobblestoned wall behind him as a tear slipped down his cheek.