Craig sped to the airport, he had to catch her, and stop her from leaving him. He needed her, in spite what she thought. He wasn't going to lose another girl, he just couldn't. Several of things were running through his head that he didn't pay too much attention to the way he was driving.

There were cars honking, but it didn't seem to faze him. He was in his own little world, where he couldn't hear anything or see anything going on around him.

That's when it happened. He ran right through a red light onto the busy highway, the man coming right for him stomped on his brakes, but it was too late, he went right into Craig's side of the car, crushing the car on one side. The car horn went off uncontrollably.

Craig hit head on his side window, splitting it open. He was knocked unconscious; he landed his head on the steering wheel.

"Someone call 911," some driver called out, as he went to go see how the casualties were. He wasn't sure how many there were, he only see the accident from a far. However, by how the two vehicles looked now, he couldn't wait until the professionals got there.

He rushed over to them; he went to one closest to him. That was the guy who ran into Craig. He opened the door as wide as it would open, to find shattered glass all over the front of the car. He began to check him out, he was pretty beat up, cuts covered his face you couldn't even see what his face actually looked like anymore. His chest wasn't rising, no air was getting to his chest, he put his two fingers to his throat to check his pulse, but there was none. This one never had any chance, he thought.

He went to open up Craig's car, but it was jammed because of the impact from the other car. How was he supposed to help him then? He noticed something on the passenger seat that seemed familiar; it was a stuff animal, it looked like the one his daughter's father had gotten for her. He moved a little, hoping that he could see the guys face, but there was no luck. Yes, this guy had the same colour as him, but it couldn't be him, he told himself.

The paramedics had finally showed up, and ran towards him, "You need to move away from the scene."

"I will, but the guy in that car is stuck in there, and the other victim is dead."

"Thank you."

He watched from a far as they jerked open the door. His heart sunk as he looked at the man they had retrieved from the vehicle. "Oh my God!" He grabbed his cell phone from his pocket, dialing Kelsie's cell.

It took her a little while for her to answer, "Hey Hun," there was so much joy in that voice, he didn't know he would be able to break this to her.

"Hey, um I think you need to sit down."

"Why, what's wrong?"

"I was driving along the highway towards Blake's place when there was an accident…"

She began to panic, "You're okay though, right!"

"I'm fine, I wasn't part of it."

"Good, so then why are you telling me this then."

"At first I wasn't sure I knew one of the driver's, but when they brought him out of the car. It was revealed that it was actually Craig."

"What!" she felt like she couldn't breathe. "Emma's okay right!"

"She wasn't in the car, he was alone."

"Okay, you head to the hospital, and I'll find a way to reach her, and then we'll meet you there."

"Okay, I love you."

"I love you too." She hung up the phone, and began to prepare how she was going to Emma. She knew this would break her heart.

Emma just sat in the waiting room; she wished that the time for boarding would be soon because she just wanted to get out of there. Her cell phone went off, and all of a sudden, she got a funny feeling in her stomach, "Hello."

"Emma, where are you?"

"Who is this?" she didn't recognize the voice.

"Kelsie, where are you?"

"At the airport, I'm going home."

Kelsie wanted to know why, but she didn't have time for chitchat, "You can't go home, you need to come with me to the hospital."

"What, why?"

"Well I'm guessing that Craig came to get you from the airport, and on his way got himself into an accident."

She began to tremble, "No…no…no,"

"Meet me outside, and I'll pick you up from there. From what Chris said he's in critical condition."

"Okay." She hung up the phone, and began to blame herself for this all. Had she really been wrong about his feelings, was she really just trying to runaway? Craig had come all the way to stop her, only to get hurt. Tears ran down her face, as she just thought about it.