Author's note: Remember. Season 4. The shooting never happened, Okie dokie? Please read and review.

"Where is she?" Craig asked hopefully

"Where is who?" Mrs. Jacobson asked

"Quinn! She came home"

"Really"

"She's been missing for about seven hours!"

"Mmmhmm"

She was drunk. Craig didn't know who to turn to. He had tried looking for Quinn all day. Then he had an idea.

Marco would help. Marco was my best friend he thought. And he was friends with Quinn, sort of.

"Well, um, thanks, anyway"

"Goodbye Greg Ramming"

Craig started jogging towards Marco's house. He was worried about her. Where else would she go? She was depressed.

Where would she go! Think Craig, think!

The night was foggy and chilly. November wasn't the greatest time in Canada. He was wishing it was mid August, instead of early November.

He arrived on Marco's doorstep about 9:00.

Craig rapidly pounded on his door.

Mrs. Del Rossi answered

"Oh, Craig, dear, how have you been?"

I'm not in the mood

"Hey Mrs. Del Rossi, is Marco around?"

"Oh no, he is at The Dot. With Spinner"

Damn him!

"Oh, okay, thanks anyway Mrs. Del Rossi"

Craig jumped off Marco's porch and started running. He was going to go home. Maybe she had called?

The chilly air was biting at his face. He needed his jacket something fierce. He wouldn't be able to run anymore, he had to use Joey's car. Joey was his only hope.

"Joey, Joey, Joey" he came in through his house, huffing and puffing.

"Craig, where have you been?"

"Look, my girlfriend, she's missing" He went over to the coat rack to grab his jacket

He went on "Can I use your car? I promise, no later than 11"

"Fine, fine" Joey went into the kitchen and held up the phone

"You want me to call the police?"

"No, no, I'll find her" Craig said

"Well, here, take my keys"

He was thankful that Joey was doing this all for him. He paced back and forth.

"Joey" his voice cracked. "Thank you"

The feeling of fear was taking over his body. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins.

Craig grabbed the keys and rushed out of the front door. Everything was a blur. He had made her feel this way. He pressured her, he used her, and he never asked her once if it was okay. He felt terrible and this sick gut feeling had lodged its way into his stomach.

She wouldn't go to the dot, no she wouldn't, she wouldn't go shopping, and she wouldn't go to her house. No…

"Let's get married on the beach, and we'll have children, and we'll live happily ever after Craig. I promise, I'll never leave"

The beach, yes that's it! He said to himself.

But which one?

The fog was preventing him from seeing everything clearly. He was going about 60 mph and it wasn't safe. He was going to the one with the big, bridge. It was lit up at night, and it was truly beautiful.

A bridge? He gulped. Quinn wouldn't ever try to commit suicide…

Would she?

"Nah…" he said out loud. "She's smarter than that…"

Craig pulled up to the beach parking lot. It was pitch black outside, but the evening was lit up by sirens and lights.

The feeling in his stomach grew. "Nah…"

Craig locked the car up and starting walking towards the scene. There were police officers, search dogs, EMT's, and firemen. There was a large crowd of about twenty people.

He skipped over the wooden parking stoppers. The sand was preventing him to get any farther. He went into the midst of the crowd and asked an old lady who was about 60 what was going on.

Her hair was graying and tied into a bun. Her husband was standing right next to her shaking his head sadly. They were both wrapped in a blanket.

"Do you know what's going on?" he asked the woman

Craig tried to peer over the crowd. The only thing he would see was someone getting pulled out of the water. The smell of diesel fuels filled his nose.

"I'm not sure. My husband and I were walking our dog, moose…" she pointed to the overweight Golden Retriever on the leash laying on the ground. She went on "And at about 11:30, a girl, who looked to be a teenager, with blonde hair, just went on the bridge, stuck her arms out, and fell back…"

"No, no, it can't be…"

"It can't be what, Hun?"

"Well…" Craig gulped. "My girlfriend, my almost fiancé, she, has been missing since around, 10"

"We've been here for 11 hours son. Trying to help out anyway way we can. The girl, she looked terrible. Like she hadn't had an ounce of sleep for about five days…" the lady's husband said

"No…" He shook his head

"James called the police. He would have gone into save her, but his back. It's out. The police arrived quickly, but they had a hard time finding her, since it is foggy and gray out"

"No!" He started shaking

"They pulled the girl out around 1:00. We think she's still alive, but the brain damage…"

Craig pulled his hair. His body was trembling with fear.

"It can't be Quinn"

"Calm down son. They said she'll make it"

"Make what, she'll be a vegetable!"

"I love her! We are going to get married, and we're going to have kids, and I'm going to have my own music store, and she's going to be an interior decorator, and we're going to have a big house in richest neighborhood. And we're going to grow old, and we're…"

The old man started hugging Craig.

"It can't be, it just can't be…" tears were rolling down his face. He was angry, sad and scared.

"It will all be okay. You should probably talk to the police…"

Craig got out of the old man's gripped and walked up to an officer. He wiped the tears from his face.

"Officer…"

The policeman was standing on the edge of the caution tape. He looked to keeping everyone from crossing the line.

But for Craig, the line was already crossed

"Are you family?"

"No. No. I think…" he didn't want to say it. He couldn't. He didn't want to admit it. "That, that…" he was stuttering.

"That what?"

"The girl, who jumped. May be….my girlfriend"

"Would you like a description?"

"Yes, yes" he said thankfully. He wanted to hug the officer. The lights were starting to irritate his eyes.

"George, what'd the girl look like?"

"Blonde hair, 'bout 5'6"" George answered the officer

"That's what my girlfriend…looks like…"

"We can't let you see her right now, because of the restrictions with the law, but…"

"Yes?"

"We're taking her on the ambulance right now to St. Jude's children's hospital. You can see her there, and you can identify her, if you think it may be her"

"Will she make it?"

"Can I have your name please?"

"Craig Manning"

The officer pulled out a piece of paper and started writing out loud. "Craig Manning. Boyfriend"

"Will she make it?"

The EMT's pulled out of the parking lot with the ambulance. Craig raced back to his car and followed. Hoping, for the best.