David didn't even look at his watch. Frankly, he didn't care what time it was. Pain and anger burned in his eyes. All he could think about was revenge. The thought was so sweet that he could practically taste it as he stood outside PVH.

David turned towards the doors and began to approach the entrance, pushing his way inside, brushing passed Brooke English.

Brooke's eyes widened at the sight of David. She turned, following after him, fearing the worst. David headed to the elevator and boarded almost brazenly, not caring who saw him. Brooke stayed out of his sight until the last possible second when she pushed herself onto the elevator after him. They were alone together as the elevator began to ascend. Cautiously, but almost without thought, Brooke reached out, pressing the stop button and facing her back to the panel, looking at David.

"What do you think you're doing?" David said.

Brooke attempted to remain calm. She had no idea what David had planned. "You need to think this through, David," she said.

"You need to get the hell out of my way, Brooke."

Brooke stood her ground, shaking her head. "This is not going to make your life easier. Taking your anger out on Joe Martin isn't going to make this go away."

"Move out of the way, Brooke."

"Listen to me," she said. "Listen to me, David. You need to look at the bigger picture here. Revenge is not going to solve this."

"Not revenge. Justice. Tad and Joe killed my little girl. The one thing that was perfect in my life they took away from me. Nothing I do will ever compare to what they've done to me."

"Joe did everything he could to help Leora. And Tad... Tad was only trying to help you, David."

David laughed. "Help me." he said. "Tad was trying to help me. By keeping me out of the OR? By keeping me from saving my daughter's life? That was his sick revenge for what happened between me and Dixie."

"That's not true, David. You know that's not true."

"There is nothing you can say that will convince me of that. Now start the elevator."

Brooke shook her head again. "You're dangerous, David. You're a danger to the staff and you're a danger to yourself."

"If I'm so dangerous then why are you still standing her with me?"

"I'm not afraid of you. I'm not going to let you hurt anybody."

"I'll go through you if I have to, Brooke."

"Go ahead, I'm not moving." David stepped back. "Can't you see that I just want to help you?"

"I don't need your help."

"I know what you're going through. I know exactly how you're feeling." Brooke paused. "I had... a little girl. Laura. She was an angel. A precious little angel. She was four. Just four years old when she was playing outside... and she got hit by a drunk driver." Brooke paused, pursing her lips. "She was there one minute, happy, playful... and then she was gone. My world fell apart, David. My marriage crumbled, I felt... just as helpless, as hopeless as you do right now." She paused again. "Taking revenge isn't going to make this better. It's not going to bring Leora back to you. Just like it wouldn't have brought Laura back to me. Can't you see that?"

David gazed at her, his face drawn, pain twisting his emotions. His eyes were filled with so much more than sorrow.

"Please David. Think of Anna. This is tearing her apart. She needs you. She is feeling exactly what you're feeling. Go be with her, David. That's where you need to be, not here. You don't need to exact any type of revenge, you need to be with Anna. You need to grieve... with her. Reconsider this. Please."

Note: For this part, think de-SORAS-ized Laura Cudahy