It was absolutely remarkable that Luis Alcazar was still alive. Nearly every bone in his body was broken, his skull was smashed in the back… He was barely even recognizable, and yet looking down, both of his brothers could still see themselves in his face. They could see themselves laying in his place, holding on to a string of life that shouldn't have been there.

As far as the people in Port Charles knew, Luis Alcazar was dead. They had no idea exactly who had pushed him, though they had a few ideas. On his way down to South America, Andy had run up a very high airline phone bill calling contacts he had in the New York area. He minimally recognized the name of one suspect, but the others were complete mysteries to him, as was the reason his brother was in a position to be murdered, in the first place.

No one could understand why Luis was still alive. Their people in Port Charles had been against flying him to South America, all sure that he would die in transit. He made it there alive, and the doctors south of the equator told them the same things that the others had. He wouldn't live through the night. That had been two days ago. They didn't know why Luis was alive, but Lorenzo didn't have faith that he would survive much longer. Leandro had to come home to say goodbye.

"I don't understand." Lorenzo Alcazar paced back and forth, his heels clicking against the tile floor. "He should be dead. By all rights, he should be dead."

"He's not, so shut up." Andy paced in the opposite direction of Lorenzo. They passed one another in the center, both stopped to look at Luis lying still on the bed, then continued their trek. "He obviously has a reason to live. Something is making him hold on, even though he's got to be in unbearable pain."

Lorenzo continued to move back and forth, his arms half folded. His left hand gripped his right elbow. His right hand rested at the lower half of his face, index and middle fingers poised on his upper lip. Again, the Alcazars stopped in the middle of their pace and turned to one another. "Brenda Barrett," Lorenzo said, his way of explanation. The only thing he could think of that kept his brother alive.

"Brenda Barrett?" Andy narrowed his eyes and scrunched his forehead thoughtfully. "That's the name at the top of the suspect list." He rose his hand to tap his forehead, then let his hand fall down his face. "Do you think she could have killed him?" He shook his head. "Tried to kill him?"

Lorenzo sighed. "With Luis… who knows. Do you realize how many enemies he made in Port Charles? But… I don't know." He shook his head, then began his pace, once more. A second later, Andy was pacing as well. "I've met this woman, and while she is a lot of things, I don't know that she's a killer. I don't know that she's that strong, Leandro."

"Is she the woman he picked up in the islands? This so great love of his?" Andy pursed his lips in concentration. "He would let her do it, Lorenzo. Wouldn't he? Wasn't he that far gone?"

"Luis was a lot of things, but he wasn't completely masochistic. I do not believe that he'd allow any woman to kill him, no matter how much he loved her. You would know these things had you come home more often, Leandro."

"Don't, Lorenzo." He stopped, three-quarters of the way into his rotation and turned to his brother. "You weren't there, either. You went off just as quickly as I did, wanting nothing to do with that life."

"But, I didn't come a police officer."

"Inspector," he corrected him, "and no, you didn't. You were going to be a history teacher and live this oblivious life. For a woman, I believe? Were you really so different than Luis in that respect?"

"Were you?" Lorenzo dropped both arms to his sides, then shoved his hands in his pockets. It was hard for him to look at him while he looked so much like Luis. The same hair, even the same type of suit. Though, Luis wouldn't have been caught dead in a tie with so much print on it. He, himself, wore his usual black – shirt, jacket, slacks. "I remember your own insistence to return to San Francisco, and for what? I believe her name is Prudence?"

"Leave Prue out of this, Lorenzo."

"Leave Sophie out of it, Leandro, and I'll show you the same courtesy."

Andy's head was aching. This was one of the reasons that he didn't come home, very often. There was always some conflict between any two of the brothers, and whether he were a part of it or not, Andy always, somehow, managed to get involved in it. "This isn't about us, Lorenzo," he said. "This is about Luis. You called me here to say goodbye to a brother that refuses to die. He's not attached to any machines, but he's still there."

"He's there, but he's not." Lorenzo sighed in resignation. He was usually better than this, more in control. "If he's really in there somewhere, he's not waking up. And if he doesn't wake up, what are we to do? Am I supposed to just put a bullet in his head?"

"Don't you dare!" He strode up to Lorenzo quickly, his fists balled at his sides. "You are not going to finish him off. Jesus, Lorenzo, what have you become? It's been twenty years since Sophie died. Are you still so broken? Or have you truly become so entrenched in this life… this life that I can't even condone. Jesus Christ, Lorenzo, you're a drug kingpin! I'm a cop! How am I supposed to condone that?"

"You don't have to condone it." His glare was cold, the wall that he put up to control his emotions slowly rebuilding itself in the wake of his own pain. "And can you say that you wouldn't do the same as I did if your Prudence were to die? If you lost her tomorrow, can you say that you wouldn't return to your family and join with us?"

"I…" He stopped himself. He couldn't say for certain that Lorenzo was wrong. If Prue had died, he didn't know that he could say that he'd be able to face his life as Andy Trudeau again. For all he knew, he would have retaken his name, become as reserved as Lorenzo, and dwelled in the life that he had condemned for years.

"Exactly." Lorenzo turned back towards the bed and stared at Luis. He was waiting for him to open his eyes or die. Either one would be an end to the situation, an end to the pain of not knowing. Watching him like that, so close to death but unable to slip into oblivion, was causing Lorenzo's wall to crumble and he didn't know if tears would flow at any minute. "What do we do about Luis, Leandro?"

Andy turned towards the bed and sighed. Slowly, he walked up to stand beside Lorenzo. He folded his arms then, as a thought came to his mind, his arms slowly fell. It wasn't fair of him, what he wanted to do, but it was about time that he did something that wasn't fair. Hadn't he risked his career to help them? Hadn't his life been turned upside down? Hadn't he nearly died for them? For her? They owed him this and he deserved the chance to ask for a favor.

Andy pulled a phone out of his pocket, then stopped. He had no idea if his own cell would work in South America, but Lorenzo's would. He turned to him and held out his hand. Lorenzo looked at him with curiosity. "I need your phone, Lorenzo. Please, just trust me." He was hesitant, but handed the phone over. Andy turned and started to dial.

As he waited for an answer, his body twitched with nervous energy. After the way he'd left Prue, he didn't even know that she would talk to him, let alone fly all the way down to South America. It was quite possible that, even if she did want to come, they were in the middle of some massive monster hunt and she wouldn't be able to come. But, then again, it was entirely possible that she wanted to know what was going on so badly that she would be on the next flight out.

The line picked up and Andy quickly said, "Prue?" He paused, then sighed. "Phoebe. I need to talk to Prue." She questioned, babbled, then he said, "Phoebe, please! I need to talk to Prue."

Again, he was waiting, but when Prue's voice came over the line, she was hesitant, wary. "Andy?" He could hear the tremble in her voice, and he worried that this whole thing would send her running again. No matter how long they were together, how close they became… Even if they were to get married that night, he would still wonder if something would send her running away from him. "Andy, are you, um, alright?"

"I need your help, Prue." His head bent and he cradled his forehead with his hand. "I need you to come to Caracas, right now. By the time you get to the airport, your ticket will be there. I just… I really need you right now, Prue."

"Andy, I… I can't just leave. I…"

"Please, Prue." He sighed and his body shivered. He thought for a moment that tears would fall, but he steeled himself, forcing them back down. "My brother's going to die, Prue. I need you here."

The line was silent and Andy waited for some sign that she'd hung up. He looked to the face of the phone, and the call was still connected. Replacing the phone at his ear, he heard a heavy sigh, then Prue's voice saying, "Alright. I can't stay for long, but… I'll come. BUT… you have to promise that you'll explain this all to me. You have to tell me everything."

"I will, Prue, I swear it. But right now…" He sighed. "Just get to the airport. The ticket will be there. I love you, Prue." He hung up, not wanting to risk the chance that she didn't return his words. He turned to Lorenzo and handed him his phone back. "Prue's on her way."

"Unless she's a miracle worker, Leandro, I have no idea what she could do."

Andy looked at him, then turned towards Luis's still form. His arms dangled heavily at his side and he let out an intense breath. "You have absolutely no idea just what kind of miracles Prue Halliwell can perform."