The ride back to Chicago was very quiet. No one wanted to think about the horrors that would soon meet them. Sooner than any one would have liked, though, the helicopter touched down on Mercy's helipad. Everyone jumped out, and there was a wheelchair waiting for Rachel. Once inside, the nurse said, "We just need to give you all an exam-" "No," Dave said flatly, "I'm fine." "Me too," Deb pitched in. Kerry, Carter, and Mark all said, "Same here," at the same time. "Ma'am," Another nurse asked Kerry, "You need a wheelchair." Kerry sighed and said, "No I don't. I've been using a cane since I was able to walk. I don't need a wheelchair. I'll manage, thank you." "Well, I really think-" The nurse began to protest. "I don't need a wheelchair. I'm fine." The nurse persisted, "Ma'am, it appears that your leg is hurt, and that you need a wheelchair." She didn't catch the look that the detective gave her. "I do not need a wheelchair. My leg has been deformed since I was born. I know I don't need a wheelchair because I am- or was depending on the status of everything- the chief of the damn ER at County," Kerry said harshly. At that, the nurse fell silent. She led them to the elevator, and down a few floors, and got off at the pediatric floor, "Since none of you need exams, and it's apparent that the children do, it's pediatrics." No one seemed to object. Everyone trooped into a private exam room, and watched Mark, Rachel, and Ella get settled. "I need to borrow you four for a while," The detective said. He didn't have to specify what, though. Carter, Deb, Dave, and Kerry all followed him out the door. He led them to the elevator that they had just gotten off, and pressed a button. He said, "I know this will probably be hard for all of you, but we really need this done. There are quite a few people with scrubs on, or have a tag that simply states that they're from County. If you aren't up to this, you don't have to do it." If anyone didn't want to do it, no one said anything. The elevator door opened up, and everyone silently got on. There was a mother and a small little girl on the carriage already. The little girl said, "Can we go see daddy now? He said I could visit him anytime I want. I want to go, mommy, please?" "Honey," the mother said, "We can't see daddy right now. He's. he's sleeping." Deb looked at the woman, and saw that her husband wasn't simply taking a nap. He was dead. The woman met Deb's eyes for a moment, and then she looked away. The elevator opened at the ground floor, long enough for the woman and her daughter to get off. Then the elevator declined down to the basement, to the morgue. When they stepped off the elevator, everyone was immediately uncomfortable. None of them particularly liked going down to the morgue at County, let alone at another hospital that held their friends. No one said anything. The silence was unbearable to Kerry. She almost wished that Dave would make a stupid joke to break it. The detective led them all down the hall. Carter bravely kept pace with him, and Kerry behind him, determined not to show that her deformed leg was incredibly hard to walk on. Deb walked next to her, and caught her every time that she lost her balance. Dave lagged behind. "Ready?" The detective asked. When he received no answer, he opened the door. The morgue was dreadfully peaceful. There was one doctor in the large room filled with gurneys that had dead bodies on top of them. The detective proceeded to the nearest table. No one was sure if the should, or wanted to follow him. Kerry finally took the leave, and everyone else followed. They all gathered around the gurney and watched as the detective pulled back the white sheet. Deb let out a sigh of relief, but felt bad for doing so. Even though she didn't know the man laying on the table, he was still dead. "Know him?" Everyone shook their heads. They had hardly seen him around the ER. Dave spoke up and said, "I think he was an x-ray technician, but I'm not sure." "Okay," the detective made a note on his legal pad. He moved onto the next table, and this time, everyone followed. He pulled back the table, and when the face of the person appeared, Kerry drew in a breath, and Dave said, "Damn him. God damn him." "Her name's Abby Lockhart." Carter said, blinking back tears. "I'm sorry, man," Dave said to Carter. "I didn't exactly love her," Carter thought, "but she was my best friend, though. How could this happen? She was wonderful. She cared. and now she's dead." The detective wrote Abby's name on his pad of paper, and everyone tried not to cry, but Deb couldn't help it. She cried easily. "I will not cry," Kerry thought, "Not now. Not ever. I'm going to get through this, but I don't have to cry," she furiously blinked back tears. "You all knew her?" The detective asked. Everyone nodded solemnly. The detective asked cautiously, "Can you go on, or do you need to stop?" "No," Deb said, running her hand across her cheek, brushing away her tears, "Go on." Everyone nodded in agreement. They all moved onto the next bed. This time, Carter took the initiative, and pulled back the sheet. "Oh, God." Kerry whispered. "He's so pale. it couldn't be him. it can't," Carter thought. The detective held off for as long as he could stand, and then asked, "What's his name?" No one felt that they had the right to say his first name, since he had been Dave and Deb's superior, and Carter hadn't known him very well. Only Kerry felt relatively fine saying, "Luka Kovac. L-u-k-a K-o-v-a-c. He's from Croatia. I don't think he has any family left." The detective nodded in acknowledgement, and kept on writing. Everyone stared at Luka. It was hard to think that he was the last of his family. and now the whole family was dead. The detective gave the doctors a few minutes to be with Luka, and then he moved on. He carefully pulled down a sheet. Carter was speechless. Kerry cursed Fossen for killing him. "Holy shit!" Dave exclaimed, and Deb's jaw dropped. "Romano?" Carter finally asked for confirmation. "I never thought I'd see the day." Kerry trailed off. Deb turned to the detective and said, "He is Doctor Robert Romano." Everyone just stared at Romano's dead body, as the detective wrote notes. No one thought it possible that Romano could die. It was hard enough to insult him and make him feel it. No one thought that he could be killed.

The group suddenly felt uncomfortable, and quickly moved on. Bed after bed. Some gurneys held people they only knew the names of and nothing more. Others held complete strangers in scrubs. Still others held great friends. After almost an hour of identifying bodies, the group was done. Outside the morgue, the detective read down the list of names he had collected: Abby Lockhart Luka Kovac Robert Romano Lisa Robins Louisa Maria Rodriguez Cleo Finch Halea Adams Alicia Johansan Yosh Takata Randi Farrinelli Andrew Tuckman Kim Legaspi William Hutchinson Linda Hoyle Salvador Sancho Cleo Finch