Storm slammed down the phone. "Damn!"

"What's wrong, Son?" Stephen asked, concerned.

"They've called off the search."

"What!" Donna exclaimed. "How can they do that? Rick and Bridget are still out there."

"They're saying the water is too choppy and too cold. The constant rain and fog is making it unsafe for the divers to be out there."

Storm stalked over to the window and threw open the curtains to reveal a dreary, rain day with the fog lurking all around. "I'm going to find them." He headed for the door.

"Storm, no."

He stopped at the sound of Brooke's voice. She finished her descent down the stairs and stood before him. She reached up and stroked his face with her hand.

"You can't go out there. It's too dangerous."

"Brooke, I have to," he pleaded with her, "if I didn't and they're- -"

He broke down and Brooke pulled him into a fierce embrace.

"I know, I know," she whispered in his ear.

She comforted her brother as he cried for his eldest niece and nephew whose bodies were now possibly lost to the sea. Storm pulled himself together and stepped out of Brooke's loving arms. She handed him a handkerchief. He stared at it for a moment.

"Don't worry, it doesn't have any cooties on it," she teased him gently.

Storm shook his head. "Brooke, I'm- -"

"You don't have to say a word." Brooke took his hand in her own and walked into the living room. Sitting on the sofa with Storm next to her, she addressed the family. "I've called the Forresters, they're on their way. So if you strong, manly men can bring some chairs from the dining room in here so they'll be enough room for everyone that would be great."

"Why are they coming over? We don't need them here," Donna stated. She waddled over to Brooke and sat on the coffee table. She placed Brooke's hand on her large stomach. "You carried Ric and Bridget just like this once upon a time. How can you give you up on them?"

"Donna, I'm not- - Look outside," Brooke pointed to the window, "they've been outside in that weather for fifteen hours and counting." Brooke took a deep breath. "By tonight, the police are going to have to release the names of the passengers on-board. Eric and everyone else need to hear it from me first."

"That's right, Brooke, stay true to form and think of Ridge and the Forresters to the very end."

"Donna!" Mick yelled.

"It's the truth," Donna yelled back.

"No, Donna, it isn't. Regardless of my problems with the Forresters, they deserve the respect of hearing this from me, not on the 11 o'clock news."

"They've never shown you any respect. If the situation was reversed, they'd let you find out that way."

"This isn't the time to let differences come between us," Storm interjected. "We need to be united."

Donna brought her right hand up to Brooke's cheek and grasped her chin. Maintaining Brooke's hand on her stomach, she looked directly into Brooke's eyes. "No funerals or headstones until they find bodies."

"Donna, you can't ask that of Brooke," their mother commanded. "That is a completely unfair and selfish request."

"No, Mom, it isn't. My niece and nephew," Donna's eyes began to water, but she refused to let the tears fall and continued to look in Brooke's eyes. "Ric and Bridget deserve more than empty graves with headstones, guessing at the date they might have died. Promise me, Brooke. Promise me, you won't do that to them."

Brooke removed the hair dangling in her sister's face and gently placed it behind her ear. "No headstones or empty graves, I promise." Pulling Donna into a tight clinch, Brooke vowed to keep this promise she had made. She moved back slightly and laid her forehead against Donna's. "I love you, Donnie bear," she said giving her an Eskimo kiss.

"I love you, Brookie-boo," Donna repeated back.

With one final quick hug, Brooke stood up and helped Donna up, also.

"Donna, you can't ask Brooke to keep such a ridiculous promise," Katie turned to and pointed at Brooke, "and you shouldn't have agreed to it."

"Katie's right, Brooke. What Donna is suggesting will prevent you, Hope, and the whole family from moving on," Stephen stated, slightly agitated.

Donna began to speak, but a fierce glance from Mick and she stopped.

Brooke walked over to the window and watched the downpour of rain. Were Bridget and Rick still alive? Were they somewhere out there frightened? Cold? Had they given up hope on ever being rescued or found? Were they trying desperately to get home to her? Millions of questions filled Brooke's mind, but one thing did bring comfort to her, they were together. As hard as it was for both her babies to be missing at the same time, the thought they were together and were both so fiercely protective of each other warmed her heart.

"Brooke, honey," her mother's gently voice brought her back to the reality of the here and now.

Slowly turning away from the window and her thoughts, she faced her family. "Dad, Katie, you're wrong."

"Broo- -"

"Hush, Katie," Storm said with a no-nonsense voice.

"The fact that I didn't swallow all the pills in my medicine cabinet is a sign that I've moved on. The fact that I changed, fed, bathed, and dressed Hope is a sign. The fact that I called you shows that I've moved on. The fact that you showed up is a sign that you've moved on. With every breath we take we're moving on. What Donna asked was that I not give up hope. That we as a family not give up hope, until we hold undeniable proof in our hands," Brooke said in a firm voice.

"So we're what a bunch of doubting Thomases? The doubting Logans?" Storm asked with a slight smile.

Mick coughed loudly.

"Doubting Logans/Savages," Storm corrected himself.

Mick nodded his approval.

"I guess we are," Katie agreed reluctantly, and then smiled.

Slowly laughter spread throughout the family. For the first time since the tragedy began, there was laughter.