Morgan looked up at Billy, she had had her eyes adverted until now. What she was terrified and disgusted her at the same time. All of the glass was gone, but now he had some nasty looking stitches holding him together. His face was mostly stitches and they couldn't see his arms.

Morgan said quietly, "You're lucky you didn't break any bones." She paused, wondering how much to say. She continued, "My brother—"

"I didn't know you had a brother." Dom interrupted.

"My brother," she repeated, "didn't' survive his crash. I was only seven. We were like best friends, and we looked exactly alike, except, I'm a girl, and he was a guy. He was eight years older than me, so he was fifteen. He borrowed mom's car, his friend was driving, and they crashed. My brother died in the hospital, he had been wearing his seat belt. His friend is still alive, and well, his face is just scarred from his stitches. I was holding my brother's hands when they turned off the machines, he died in my hands."

After finishing her sentence, she burst into tears, it was the first time Dom had ever seen her cry. Dom reacted instinctively, forgetting Billy; he stepped closer to her and hugged her.

He whispered in her ear, "I've never seen you cry, Mor."