Tony got dressed and drove Michelle home so she could get ready for work. Michelle fished for her keys in her purse, while Tony leaned against the wall and chuckled. "Finally!" she exclaimed, pulling her keys out and opening up the door. She dropped her things and led Tony to the living room. "Make yourself at home; I'll be out in a few minutes." She spun around and headed for the bathroom.

"Take your time," he called out after her, sitting on the couch and sighing. He glanced at his watch.

7:18 A.M.

Michelle glanced at the digital clock on the sink. She peeled off her clothes, and took down her hair. She sighed, examining her injured hand and flinching. It felt better, but it was still sore. She thought of Tony's ankle. He seemed better, but still had a limp. She stepped into the shower, letting the cool water run down her back. She began thinking about the C.T.U. bombing, all of those people that had died.

"I need you to move a little faster," she remembered yelling, glancing up at Mason's office while Tony was trying to get Paula to leave the encryption. 'If only we had found out earlier, even a few minutes.' She had hesitated about even telling Tony, not knowing if this guy was for real. She took it to him, but didn't want to evacuate.

She turned off the water and went into her room, pulling a black blouse and slacks out of her closet. She slowly got dressed, and then it hit her.

Paula.

Michelle sat on the bed and began weeping. It was all her fault, the bombing, the fact that Paula and all of those people were dead. It was because of her.

She remembered running over to Tony, seeing him laying there, thinking he was dead. She could have lost him. It was her fault. She sat there and continued crying.

Tony got up off of the couch and walked down the hall. The bathroom door was still shut, but the water had stopped a while ago. He knocked. "Chelle?" When there was no answer, he limped to her bedroom door, trying to hear if she was in there. He could hear her sobbing, and he slowly opened the door, trying not to startle her.

"Michelle?" Tony asked, walking into her room. Michelle was still on the bed, tears flowing down her cheeks. "Hey," he said, kneeling in front of her like he had the day before. "It's okay." He comforted, pushing her damp hair back and stroking her face.

Michelle looked up at him, pain and guilt in her eyes. "It's all my fault. I killed Paula, I didn't want to evacuate, I killed all those people," Michelle began rambling, breathing heavily. "I could have lost you too." She cried, slowing herself down. Michelle lost it, and broke down in Tony's arms.

"Michelle," he spoke between her sobs. "Baby, you did all you could have. You didn't kill all those people, and don't you ever believe that." He pulled back, caressing her face with his strong hands. "I'm still here," he whispered. "We'll get through this together. I promise. You'll never be alone again." She smiled, composing herself.

"Okay," she agreed. He leaned in and kissed her softly, lovingly. "I love you, Tony."

"I love you too." he responded, standing up. "You ready to go?" he asked.

"Yeah." Michelle stood also, walking out to the living room and grabbing her keys and purse.

"Let's go." He opened the door for her, and they headed to work.