Penthouse:

Carly stood up. "Ok" she said placing Adela in Morgan's old bassinet. "I think I'm gona go take a shower and say Hi to Morgan. But you Mr Man need to go to bed."

"Fine." He said disappointed. Then he asked the question they had been dreading. "Where's Uncle Jason?"

Sonny and Carly looked at each other unsure of what to tell their son. Where was Jason? They didn't really know. Up until know they had distractions to keep them from worrying about him now, they had to face it. How do you tell a little boy his uncle, a man he once thought of as a father may never come home. In their life that was always a risk but, Jason seemed invincible, but they had been in that fire, seen the flames from the outside that appeared to engulf the entire building. If anyone could make it out Jason could they told themselves. Michael stood patiently waiting for an answer.

"He's helping Elisabeth that's why were taking care of Adela." Sonny answered hoping that Michael wouldn't question him further.

"Ok." Michael said turning and heading up to bed.

Stairwell:

Once she recovered Liz turned back to look at Jason but all she saw was a pile of rubble. "NO!" She screamed. "Jason! JASON! Can you hear me."

Frantically she pushed hunks of plaster and broken wood away. Please don't die not now she prayed. Where is he she thought making her way through the debris. When she finally found him she was relived and frightened. He was unconscious and had a huge gash on his head probably from a piece of a fallen beam." Jason" She said shaking him "Please wake up." He was breathing that was a good sign right she thought but, she had to wake him up.

"Jason." She called louder but was met with silence. What do I do now? She wondered. What would Jason say to do if he was conscious? She thought trying to calm down. Well if he was conscious she wouldn't have this problem she argued. She would probably tell me to leave him here and get out she thought. But, how could she do that. No she thought, No bailing.

She thought over her options. She either left him, which she wouldn't do, or she dragged him out of here. He was about twice her size and she was still weak from giving birth but hey, she thought she gave birth to a baby in the middle of a fire with the aid of her worst enemy and two mobsters, one of which she was in love with and, the baby survived, that had to be a good sign? Maybe there was a miracle or two left out there for her. She grabbed Jason's arms and slowly started pulling him, He's gona scream at me latter for this she thought, he'll tell me I should of left him. God men she thought, it's ok for them to play hero but, will they except a little help. And Jason she thought why does he feel the need to always be running around burning buildings saving people on valentine day? Her anger gave her strength. She was determined to get Jason out he had to survive so she could yell at him for getting himself hurt and for what she knew he'd say when he woke up.

Penthouse Five years later:

A five year old Adela sat coloring on the floor with Morgan. She had inherited her mothers love to draw. She looks just like her mother Carly thought. She had the same curly hair, granted it's color was a bit darke,r and Liz's pale skin. She didn't see much of her father in her but sometimes the expressions she would make reminded her of Zander. Adela finished her picture and ran over to where Carly was sitting. "Well hey mini muffin, what do you have there." Carly asked taking the picture.

"Tell me the story of how I was born again." She begged.

"Yeah, Mommy Please." Morgan begged.

"Again?" Carly asked. The five year olds nodded. "Fine, I guess I have to you are the birthday girl after all." she relented. They loved the story to them it was like some great fairy tale. She noticed even Michael had turned down the volume on the tv. He liked the story but, it was more real to him. He remembered the fire. "Well it was Friday the thirteenth, everybody was at the PC Hotel...." She began.