Woody alone sat on the curb across from what was left of Jordan apartment building as dawn broke. The fire was still smoldering but the fire department had sent in crews to search for survivors and…bodies. His 'ME' family had to leave him an hour or so earlier to help with the bodies that were beginning to accumulate.
He finally decided to get up and check with Garret to see if….they had found her. He searched to crowd for a minute to find him standing with Nigel over a charcoaled body, "Any news?" he asked. "Nothing to speak of Woodrow, looking at the condition of these bodies, we will have to use DNA to identify them…..when I know something, you'll know it" Nigel said as he put his hand on Woody's shoulder. "Thanks" is all he could mutter before walking away.
Woody went beck to reclaim his spot on the curb where he had sat for nearly 6 hours…waiting… waiting to see if she was among the dead. He sat with his head in his hands and began to let his mind wonder "what am I supposed to do know, I don't know how to live with out her, I never even got to tell her how sorry I was", tears start streaming down his face," I never got to tell her how much I truly loved her."
After several hours the search was called off, 11 bodies were recovered from the building. It was going to take time to extract the DNA from the charred remains, time that seemed to drag on forever. The morgue was eerily quiet as Garret, Nigel, and Bug all worked on processing the DNA. After a few hours Bug looked up at his friends, "Guys, I've got nothing, none of the DNA matches hers, I've found a few of them in the database, but 6 are still unidentified". They all looked at each other with a slight sigh of relief but the question still remains where is Jordan?