Coming out of her thoughts she realized Carly was holding her. She was sobbing. It felt so real she thought, like she was right back there. She could feel the heat of the flames. The way the smoke burned her lungs. How did she get out she wondered she couldn't really remember much after that moment. Luke once told her someone up there must really like her, no she thought someone up there loved her. She remembered hands pulling her away from Jason as she struggled and, familiar voices trying to comfort her but, then it was fuzzy until it eventually went black.

Five years earlier:

Elisabeth woke in the hospital and was instantly panicked. "Jason?" she called she knew if he was here he would be at her side. "JASON!" She screamed. She didn't remember how she got here. Did he make it out? The door to her room opened and She looked at it praying it was him. But, instead a tired Francis greeted her.

"Elisabeth, your awake." He stated.

"Where's Jason?" She was almost afraid to ask. She saw the sadness in his eyes and started crying. "Please he has to be ok. Tell me he got out." she begged.

"He got out but, he suffered a head injury and hasn't woken up." Francis admitted reluctantly.

Elisabeth started getting out of bed. When Francis started to stop her she glared at the man. "I'm going to see him." she stated leaving no room for arguments.

"Fine." He reluctantly agreed. "But let me get a wheelchair. Your supposed to be resting." She nodded and he took off out the door returning a few minutes later with the chair. After he helped her in she finally noticed his appearance. His normally perfect suit was streaked with ashes. She remembered the voices and the arms pulling her.

"It was you." She said. "You saved me."

"Just doing my job." He answered typically.

He went to open the door but, She placed her hand on his arm stopping him. "Thank you." She smiled at him. He simply nodded in reply. she spotted Johnny standing down the hall looking worse than Francis did. He seemed surprised to see her coming down the hall with Francis. The men exchanged a look and Johnny disappeared inside the room returning with Sonny.

"Elisabeth." he smiled "I'm glad your awake."

"How's Adela." she asked.

"Fine, Carly has her at home. You shouldn't be out of bed." He scolded.

"I have to see him." she replied. He nodded understanding.

"Go ahead. I have to make some calls then I'll be back."

She went into the room he was surrounded by machines and tubes. Francis pushed her chair up next to the bed and left to give her privacy. She grabbed Jason's hand. She sat there for three days talking to him about everything and anything. What they would do when he woke up, about the past, and how much she loved him. Everyone warned her, tried to prepare for the fact that he may never wake up, or that he might have memory loss again, but she wouldn't give up, how could she. Her persistence paid off. She was there when his eyes opened. She'll never forget that moment, when he stared deeply into her eyes searching them for answers and asked. "Who are you?"