It was in the early hours of the morning, when the sun was just beginning to rise out of the east, Jordan awoke to the feeling of someone brushing the hair out of her face. She looked up, her eyes dizzy from sleep, for a moment, she wasn't sure where she was. Then she saw the blue eyes, color of the ocean after a big storm, all calm and blue. He smiled at her and sat down next to the couch where she had fallen asleep. Mac was asleep safe in her bed.

"Hi…" he whispered, "What's up?" she smiling, knowing he was the only one who truly understood her. Rain pounded the roof.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, sitting up, the moon's silver face hidden by clouds, she knew he was in her head, still, it was good to see him.

"Your pretty when you sleep." He said, she smiled, he sounded childlike and innocent.

"I am?" he leaned back, all confidence, "Jordan… are you okay, really?"

"Yeah Wood, I'm fine, really, I'm okay… it wasn't the first time I saw someone I love lying in a pool of blood." Her tone was harsher than she expected… he was dead, how angry at him could she be? She also saw the hurt look on his face. "Woody I'm sorry… I didn't mean it…"

"Yeah you did." He whispered, standing up, she could feel him leaving, she always felt cold when he was leaving, cold and empty.

"No Woody… Woody, don't leave…please I promise…I won't" he cut her off, placing a gentle finger on her lips. "I was stupid to go into that building… but I'm not helping you… I think I better leave."

She suddenly felt panicked, she stood, "No wait… not yet…" her voice trailed off as he stood in front her, not real, and yet he was there to her… flesh, blood, bones… he looked so real.

"I will have to go sometimes Jo, it's a matter of time."

She gave him a lopsided smile and straightened his collar "you don't yet though." She looked at the window and looked back at Woody but he was gone… she sighed, it was like him dying every time he disappeared.

She walked up the stairs and collapsed in bed… falling into another dreamless sleep.

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Cal awoke to the sound of bacon frying. Shelby was cuddling against his chest, he gently pushed her back against her pillow and climbed out of bed, slipping on a tee shirt and robe.

Sleepily he stumbled down the stairs to find Angela in the kitchen, making breakfast, listening to I'll be seeing you. He couldn't help but smile, she was dancing along to the soft melody, Nigel was leaning into her as they danced together gently, his lanky arms linked around her waist loosely, Cal waited until Nigel kissed her gently and walked out of the kitchen before he came down.

"Hey Angie, making you world famous bacon omelets?"

"Hi Cal." She looked frazzled and a little bit embarrassed but she welcomed him with a warm smile, that was the kind of person she was. Cal sat down on a stool and looked at her closely, the music made her look beautiful, her hair rumpled, he noticed the lines in her face, by the corners of her mouth and eyes, he noticed they had shown up right around the time Woody died,

"Ang how you doing?" something a lot of people didn't ask her, she looked up and gave a unsure grin.

"How am I doing… fine, its Jordan you should be worried about."

"She's fine, she does this every time we come here, its her way of coping with the memories… how are you?"

"I guess I'm fine."

"You guess…" he raised an eyebrow

"Don't look at me that way." She snapped suddenly, anger redolent in her voice, "Woody looked at me like…" her voice trailed off as she began to cry. Cal walked over to her and let her lean on his shoulder, tears wetting the front of his shirt.

"I am so, so sorry Angie girl, I am… I am so sorry." He repeated over and over to her, hoping it would stick.

Garret walked into the kitchen, his face softened but he silently walked back out.

Nigel came in at the sound of Angela's crying, Cal silently motioned for him to come to her, gently he set her on Nigel, their eyes locked and Nigel leaned down to comfort his wife.

He looked out at the waves, all calm after the storm… and that's when he heard it… the gunshot…loud and clear like it was right next to his ear… and suddenly he couldn't breathe.