XXV. Standing in the Shadows of Love

Standing in the Shadows of Love is the property of the Four Tops.

Standing in the shadows of love/

I'm getting ready for/

The heartaches to come/ Can't you see me/ Standing in the shadows of love/ I'm getting ready for/ The heartaches to come/ I'd run but there's nowhere to go/ Cause heartaches will follow me I know/ Without your love, the love I need/ It's the beginning of the end for me/ Cause you've taken away/ All the reasons for living/ When you pushed aside/ All the love I've been giving/ Now wait a minute/ Didn't I teach you right/ Baby, didn't I/ Didn't I do the best I could/ Now, didn't I/ So don't you leave me/ Standing in the shadows of love/ I'm getting ready for/ The heartaches to come/ Don't you see me/ Standing in the shadows of love/ Just trying my best to get ready/ For the heartaches to come/ All alone, I'll desperately be/ With misery my only company/ May come today, in fact/ May come tomorrow/ But it's for sure/ I ain't got nothing but sorrow/ Now don't your conscience bother you/ How can you watch me cry/ After all I've done for you/ Now hold a minute/ Gave you all the love I had/ Now, didn't I/ When you needed me/ Always there, now wasn't I/ (Standing in the shadows of love/ Getting ready for the heartaches to come)/ Im trying not to cry out loud/ You know, crying/ It ain't gonna help me now/ What did I do to cause all this grief/ Now what'd I say to/ Make you want to leave/ Now wait a minute/ I gave my heart and soul to you/ Now, didn't I/ And didn't I always treat you good/ Now, didn't I/ I'm standing in the shadows of love/ I'm getting ready for/ The heartaches to come/ Hope to see you/ Standing in the shadows of love/ Trying my best to get ready/ For the heartaches to come...

"Lay down please, Ms. Mason," commands Dr. Ames in her friendliest voice.

Paige groans, feeling the thin paper on the hospital bed through the backside of her hospital gown. Why did they put women through this discomfort? Good thing I waxed, thinks Paige, as the nurse puts a blanket over her legs. Spinner smiles at her, glances over at the monitor, his eyes gleaming in anticipation.

"Ready for your first ultrasound?" asks Dr. Ames, moving a plastic, white object over her exposed stomach.

"Um, what's that white thingy?" asks Paige, brushing back her hair.

"A probe with transducers," replies Dr. Ames. "It's going to show us an image of your baby. We're trying to get echoes. The echoes will emit an image, and you'll get to see him or her."

"Echoes? Like with dolphins?" says Spinner. "Dude, that's like Free Willy or something."

"Kinda like echolocation," says Dr. Ames, chuckling.

"Did you know there are Spinner dolphins?" asks Spinner. "My mom said..."

"Hello, I'm still here!" interrupts Paige. "Just getting a bit antsy."

Dr. Ames produces a satisfied smile, and points to the screen.

"Almost done," she says, tapping a couple buttons.

"Hey, what do you think of the name Indiana for a boy?"

"Like Indiana Jones, the movie star?"

"Exactly," says Spinner, grinning widely.

"Keep the grin on, Mr. Mason," advises Dr. Ames. "There's your baby."

A grainy, white image of a curled baby, three months old, appears on the monitor. Paige watches Spinner's face light up a hundred times brighter, stares awkwardly at her belly. Spinner chuckles.

"Wow, it's really different when you actually see it, isn't it, honeybee?" asks Spinner, beaming at his wife. "It's like the shadow of our love."

Paige still keeps her head turned, avoiding the monitor. It's not like she didn't take Ellie's words to heart, and she knows that she's lucky. It's just all coming so fast, a speeding train headed towards them, gliding down the tracks full speed ahead. What if it were different? What if they had the bigger house, the booming businesses, the SUV? Would things change? Would she become a soccer mom, and lose her dreams of being a fashion designer, be worthless as Heather suggested?

"Don't you want to look at him or her, Paige?" prompts Spinner. "Hopefully him."

"Everything looks in order, Paige," comforts Dr. Ames. "You don't have to look so concerned."'

"I'm all categories of concerned," mumbles Paige.

Paige notices Dr. Ames and Spinner exchange a look.

"Um, doc...ma'am...can you give us a few minutes?" asks Spinner.

Dr. Ames nods, puts a couple instruments away, and leaves them alone in the room. Paige can feel tears stinging the back of her eyes.

"Mascara about to be ruined," says Paige, nervously laughing, wiping her right eye.

"Why?" says Spinner, softly.

"I'm scared," sobs Paige. "We don't have the money or the room or the success we need. I know I should be thankful, but..."

"Hey," whispers Spinner, putting a hand on her stomach. "Who said we needed all of that?"

"It's common sense," says Paige. "Look at Jimmy and Ash. They were ready."

"Yeah, look at them, Paige. Look where they are now. It's not good. We're good. We love each other."

"But Spin..."

Spinner kisses her stomach. "When I look at this sonograph...," he starts.

"Sonogram," offers Paige.

"Yeah, sonogram," says Spinner. "I don't see money or houses or anything like that. I see that day when you said you'd eat lunch with me, and the luau dance where I was orange, and us getting through the Dean stuff. And all these years of marriage, and we're just as happy? I see like these moments that make us strong and I know...I know we can do it."

Paige smiles, shakes her head. "Babe, that's all very sweet. Still..."

She stares into his eyes, so trusting, so hopeful. What did Ellie say? That this was a blessing? Looking at him, perhaps the happiest he's ever been, she knows Ellie is right. Spinner's just as right, she thinks. They were made of strong stock. They could conquer any adventure, even one with diapers and pacifiers. Perhaps this would be the most challenging of them all.

" I love you. We can do this," says Spinner, placing a hand on her belly. "I love you enough, Paige."

Paige shakes her tears back, finally a real smile etched on her face. She glances at the image of her child, so small, so helpless. It deserves more than I can give, she reasons. But I can give all I can. She clutches Spinner's hand with hers, their joined hands over the stomach that holds their child.

"I love you enough, Spin."

II.

Emma opens her eyes, stares at the sunlight running across the folds of her blanket. Last night had seemed like a dream, until she actually woke up. Sean and Ellie nearly kissing. The image arose again and again in her mind, sharper, more painful. She rolls to her side, yelps as her knee hits something hard. It's Manny, murmuring in her sleep.

"Ugh," mutters Manny. "No more. No more."

Emma pokes her. "Did you drink all the gin?"

"No, brain freeze," answers Manny, lifting one eye open.

"I told you not to have those five Slurpees," says Emma, rising. "We just had to stop by 7 Eleven. Good comfort burritos, though."

"Never again," promises Manny, sitting up. "I had to pee, then barf, and now massive brain freeze hangover. I can't even remember who I'm mad at. I know it was somebody."

Emma hides a smile, fetches her toothbrush. "The S-word?"

"Oh...yeah. I hate his denim-clad butt."

Going into the bathroom, she is glad to escape the sunlight, be apart from Manny. She just needs to clear her head, be alone. Perhaps popping by the station would get her the necessary alone time. Saturday usually wasn't that busy. Brushing her teeth, showering, and getting dressed, she waves bye to Manny. Manny responds with a little wave, then plops down back into Emma's bed, falling asleep.

Thankfully, it is basically only her, except for a couple news writers working on fixing up Monday's scripts. Without Ashley, they look more frazzled than usual, Emma observes. She goes to her office, pulls out some paperwork, sets it on the desk. While moving one folder, she accidentally knocks over her wedding picture. The wedding picture that looks so complicated now. Sighing, she stares at it, remembers the day that rejuvenated her love for him. It was Jimmy and Ashley's wedding, and Sean was just wandering aimlessly around the garden. Or so she thought.

"This has to be the biggest wedding I've ever been to," said Emma, reaching down to brush two tulips with her hand. "This is Donald Trump big."

Sean threw a friendly glance her way, and leaned against the side of the gazebo.

"You here with Ellie?" asked Emma, a bird chirping on a bench beside her.

"Ellie and I...," started Sean, then he smiled, and refused to speak anymore.

"I'm sure...sure whatever it is, it'll work out," said Emma.

Emma noticed that Sean appeared ready to crumple, a sad glint in his eyes so obvious, even in the shadow of the gazebo. She put a hand on his shoulder, a simple, gentle touch. She hadn't touched him in years, not like she used to, not like she wanted to. It hurt her to think it had taken that much time. But it hurt more to not know if Sean wanted her to do what she was doing. He did, wrapping her in his arms. Emma felt his tears through the sheer material of her dress. The wetness of them caused shock waves in her heart.

"Sean," breathed Emma, her voice choking out his name.

"I don't know what to do," whispered Sean. "I don't know what to do, Em."

Emma puts down the wedding picture, stands, and turns her back to it. She starts to cry, her hands shaking uncontrollably. A light knock sounds on her door. She didn't want anyone to see her like this, but she knows it's too late.

"Yeah..come in," she says softly.

Turning her head, her pulse starts to race. Ellie.

"You gotta be kidding me," Emma whispers to herself.

Ellie stands in the doorway, anxiously shifting from one foot to another. Emma wipes her eyes with a tissue, and throws the tissue in the trash.

"Um, the woman outside told me... no one was here on Saturdays. I wouldn't...have come otherwise," stammers Ellie. "I need...I need the film back."

Emma opens a drawer, takes out the video, anger boiling in her chest.

"Here, take it," says Emma, handing it to her. "Is there anything else you feel like taking from me?"

It makes her somewhat happy to see Ellie bristle at the question.

"Emma, listen...," begins Ellie.

"No, you listen," interrupts Emma. "I've been faithful, understanding, and patient for the last five years. Whenever he came to Toronto, I never said a word. Deep down, I knew he was coming back to see you. Whenever he felt like calling you while we were dating, I never said he couldn't. I just thought you guys would work towards some type of closure, so I left it alone. So why am I paying for it now? Can you answer me that?"

"We didn't kiss!" exclaims Ellie.

"You almost did," says Emma, sharply.

Emma goes back for another tissue, staring sadly at Ellie the whole time.

"Why does everything have to be so difficult?" says Ellie through her own tears. "Emma, I've been all those things to, with someone else. And now it's different. It's just...why can't I have what I want?"

"Ellie," whispers Emma, shaking her head. "You're asking the wrong person."

III.

Loading an apple, a bag of chips, and a carton of milk, Ellie pays for it, and carries her tray to the nearest table. The rubber bands on her hands touch the edge of the tray as she sets it down. Getting several glances from other people in the courthouse's cafeteria, he would've rather ate at home, but after lreaving WJTV, she didn't have the time before court. Tearing open the bag of chips, she hears the squelch, but also what sounds like wheels moving across the floor.

"That's some nutritious lunch right there, Nash," says Jimmy, chuckling.

Ellie gives him a pleasant smile. "What can I say? I'm having an I-don't-care meal. It's a wonder I got this apple."

"I hear ya," says Jimmy, waving a can of soda in front of her face. "Way too nervous to chew on food altogether."

"It can't be worse than yesterday," says Ellie.

"Yeah, about that. I came over to say how sorry I am," says Jimmy, wheeling next to her. "I didn't know Carla would pound you with those terrible questions. Even Dad didn't like it."

"Thanks," says Ellie, feeling at ease a bit. "She's a lawyer, so...anyways, it's out. I guess the good thing is that I haven't cut since then. Rubber bands back on."

She shows off her hand so Jimmy can view the bands.

"Are you really cutting over Craig...or is it something else, if you don't mind me asking?" says Jimmy.

Ellie takes a deep breath. "I thought it was over Craig...but no. It's over stuff I haven't dealt with for a long time. Craig was basically the excuse."

"I get it," says Jimmy, and looking into his eyes, Ellie's sure that's true.

"Speaking of excuses, I have to excuse myself and head to the ladies' room. Guess I'll see you in court."

"Alright, Ellie," replies Jimmy. "What about your food?"

"Mmm, you eat it. Remember, I don't care," says Ellie, laughing.

Jimmy laughs, stares at the apple questionably.

Finding the bathroom, Ellie puts her purse near the sink, and fools with her hair. Ugh, that interface with Emma seldom left her mind. She never thought she'd be the cause of tears, the other person in a relationship. The first time she and Craig dated, the whole thing with her being the one to make a rift between him and Manny, she didn't like that either. But Craig wasn't into Manny that much, at least not as much as Emma was into Sean, and they weren't married. Sliding her tongue across her teeth, she can feel bits of a potato chip stuck somewhere in the back. So preoccupied with getting it from between her teeth, she barely hears the creak of the door.

"Need floss?" offers Ashley, the door closing behind her. "I have extra. Always have extra...actually."

"Some things don't change," says Ellie, avoiding her and staring straight into the mirror. "Some people don't either."

Ashley nervously clears her throat, joins Ellie in front of the mirror.

"Do you want me to go?" she asks.

"It's a free country," answers Ellie.

Ellie flips back her hair, manages to get the food from between her molars.

"Your hair's getting so long, really nice," compliments Ashley. "Ellie, about the cutting, I..."

Ellie faces her, obviously annoyed.

"What is this, Ashley? Are you trying to suck up to me so I'll give you a good word or two up there?"

"No..no, I wasn't," says Ashley.

"I'm going to tell the truth," says Ellie. "How much of it I know."

"You don't know anything!" snaps Ashley. "You and Jimmy think you have it all figured out."

"I don't know anything? I don't know anything? I know you accused me of sleeping with Craig on your wedding night, where you ditched Jimmy. And isn't that exactly what you're doing now, hurting me and Jimmy, because of Craig? How many times are we going to hop on this merry-go-round, Ash, because it's getting a bit sickening."

Ashley swallows a lump in her throat, stares pathetically at Ellie.

"I miss us being friends. And I know Craig misses your friendship too, or else he wouldn't have spoken up in court yesterday. We care about you, Ellie. Forget the case, okay? Say whatever you want up there. But can you remember that eventually? That we care?"

Ellie walks to the hand drier, refusing to glance in Ashley's direction.

"And we're in love with each other," continues Ashley. "Well, I'm in love with him. Haven't you ever felt like you would do anything to be with someone? The feeling just keeps following you around and around. Like he's always there."

Of course I do, thinks Ellie. Of course I do.

"I have to go," says Ellie, brushing past Ashley, not wanting to hear anymore.

IV.

The bailiff polishes off a bagel, as Judge Winton climbs to her chair. Carla, Jimmy, and Mr. Brooks are already in place, while Ashley goes to sit next to Liberty. She tries to read the jury's expressions as they come in, but no, they were so stone-faced it's impossible. Liberty grins at her.

"Craig's testimony is all over the morning papers," announces Liberty. "He definitely did his part."

Yeah, before he left, thinks Ashley. Maybe he called. That's when she realizes she left her phone at her mother's that morning.

"How could I be so stupid?" says Ashley to herself.

"What?" says Liberty.

"My phone. I need a phone," says Ashley. "It'll only take a sec."

"Use mine," offers Liberty, handing hers to Ashley.

"Thanks."

It takes a couple rings, but someone does pick up.

"Hola?" says a voice on the other end.

"Estella? This is Ashley. I need to check my messsages," says Ashley.

"Hola?" yells Estella. "Hola?"

"Estella, I don't have much time. Ugh, wait a minute. I know a little Spanish. Necesito..."

"Hola?" yells Estella, loud enough to cause Judge Winton to wince.

"Sorry," says Ashley, hanging up the phone.

Judge Winton nods at her, bangs the gavel. "Court is now in session."

Ashley slumps a little in her chair, wondering where Craig is. If only she hadn't run away, maybe this wouldn't be happening. She sits up straight, after Liberty calls Ellie to the stand. If Craig not being there wasn't enough, now Ellie was going to rip her apart and seal Jimmy's victory. She looks over at Jimmy, who appears interested, not confident.

"Miss Nash, how long were you and Miss Kerwin best friends?" asks Liberty.

"Fourteen years," answers Ellie. "In high school, college."

"What ended the friendship?" prompts Liberty.

"She accused me of sleeping with Craig on her wedding night. She thought I would do something totally against my nature."

Ashley's heart squeezes itself tight, and she puts a hand to her chest.

"I see," says Liberty. "And you didn't?"

"No," replies Ellie. "I wouldn't do anything like that."

"Why would Ashley come to your house on her wedding night?"

"Um...she had reservations about marrying Jimmy. I think she said she made it worse after they tied the knot."

"Why do you think Ashley married him, Ellie? Truthfully? Pity?

Ellie stares straight at Ashley, but Ashley is somewhat relieved to see Ellie throw her a warmer look than the ones in the bathroom.

"No...no, she cares about him. He was going through something traumatic, and was in love with her, so I can understand why she did what she did. All of us in our group of friends...we wanted to be there for him."

Ashley bites her lip. That answer didn't totally throw her under the bus.

"Ashley Kerwin's character has been debated about in this courtroom. As her former best friend, is there anything in her history that makes you think she wouldn't be a good mother?"

Ellie raises her eyes to the ceiling.

"No," says Ellie. "I remember...when I first started cutting, she took me away for a weekend. We had a blast. I bought her fishnets, which she wore like the next day. She can pull them off better."

Ashley gives her a small smile.

"The thing is she's always looking out for others," continues Ellie. "She just doesn't look out for herself. So when Craig says stuff like she's losing sleep, and putting all her effort into this case, you should believe him. That's the Ashley I liked as a friend. She worries way too much, doesn't think things through, but she makes sure you're supported. I mean, before she left for England, she made sure Craig had the support group, knew I'd be there. She checked up on him while she was gone. While a part of me doesn't feel bad for her, there's another part of me that has to admit that she deserves to be with her daughter."

Ashley's smile becomes bigger, but she can tell Ellie's far from finished.

"You have to start caring more, Ash," says Ellie, gritting her teeth. "You didn't call me after that blow-up like I thought you would. You haven't apologized for that or the whole Craig affair like I thought you would. Then, you find out I'm cutting and then your conscience wakes up?"

Ashley puts her face in her hands, Ellie's voice filling her ears.

"I've always been there for you," sobs Ellie. "Why couldn't you be there for me? How could you think I would do something so heartless to you? I may be the third wheel when it comes to you and Craig, but I thought I was your best friend."

"That'll be all, Miss Nash," says Liberty.

"Fine. I said what I needed to," says Ellie, and Ashley watches her walk slowly back to a chair at the back of the courtroom.

Carla stands, goes over to Judge Winton, and whispers something to her. Judge Winton purses her lips, then speaks to the room.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is paramount that we exercise sensitivity when our next witness takes the stand. It is often difficult when the case involves a child, and with some reservations, I have agreed to let Leslie Brooks testify."

There are murmurs in the courtroom, and Ashley's back tenses.

"Liberty!" whispers Ashley urgently. "Can they do this?"

"Unfortunately, yes," says Liberty. "Don't worry. It's more likely that Judge Winton will ask her the questions."

"The child has been deemed competent to testify," says Judge Winton. "I will ask her a series of questions, with no interruptions by the councillors. Please remain silent and calm. Bailiff, let the child in."

The bailiff walks to the double doors, and Leslie comes in, followed by Tia, the woman Ashley recognizes from the day she last saw her daughter. In a cute pink summer dress, her hair neatly combed, Leslie goes to the witness stand, ans id helped into her seat by the bailiff. Ashley's heart throbs faster and faster.

"Hello, Leslie," says Judge Winton. "First of all, let me say how brave of you it is to come here today and speak in front of the court. I'm going to ask you some questions, okay?"

Leslie looks over at her mother, then back at the judge. "Okay."

"If you had a choice to live with your mommy or daddy, who would you rather live with?" says Judge Winton.

"I...um...I guess I want to live in the same house," replies Leslie. "But I'd still want to see my mom."

"Has your mother ever treated you badly?"

Leslie shakes her head. "No, she's nice to me. I can tell she loves me."

Ashley starts to cry, sees that Jimmy is uncomfortable with this as well.

"Has Craig ever mistreated you?"

"No."

"Do you like Craig?"

"Sometimes."

Judge Winton leans in closer. "You're doing really well, Leslie. This is the last question, and it's an important one. What would make you the most happy?"

Leslie stares out into the room, and Ashley's not sure she can take anymore. Watching her daughter go through this, Craig leaving, being alone. Maybe Leslie felt alone as she felt.

"I want my parents to stop fighting," says Leslie, crying. "I want my mom to be there and I want her to be happy. I know she's happier with Craig and for me to be happy, she and Daddy have to be happy, so I don't know how it's going to work. I want something that's impossible, I guess. So my answer is, that happiness... it's not possible."

Ashley weeps loudly. She doesn't care that everyone looks at her. Liberty shoots up.

"Your honor, may we be granted a ten-minute recess?" asks Liberty.

"I understand the emotional weight of this, but ten minutes, we have to resume," says Judge Winton.

She bangs her gavel, turns to Leslie as the room erupts in chatter. Liberty pats Ashley's shoulder.

"Ashley, you have to be strong, especially in front of Leslie," says Liberty. "Pull yourself together."

Ashley quickly gets up, ignoring Liberty, and jogs to the bathroom. Her hands find the Tricyclin in seconds, and they spill out in her hand. She doesn't know how many. Maybe one for every day when she hasn't seen Leslie. She downs them, the water chasing the pills down her throat. She stumbles a bit, glances in the mirror.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," she repeats to herself, rubbing her forehead.

The door opens, Ellie appearing. She eyes Ashley sympathetically.

"Um, your mom's looking for you," says Ellie.

Ashley stumbles some more, heat rising in every part of her body. She gets a grip of the counter. A stinging pain rips into her chest. She shrieks, sees terror running through Ellie's eyes.

"Ash!" cries Ellie. "Ash!"

The room starts getting fuzzy in her sight, and she can feel her body hit the floor.

"Hang on, I'll get someone!" says Ellie.

Ellie races to the door, calls for help, then comes back to Ashley's side.

"I...I...can't breathe," sputters Ashley.

"Don't give up, Ash!" exclaims Ellie. "Just don't give up."

"I'm...I'm alone," breathes Ashley.

"No, I'm here," soothes Ellie, as darkness settles over Ashley's eyes. "I'm here."

V.

Craig stands awkwardly to the side, occasionally straightening a completely tan suit as he gazes out into the crowd. Yeah, Robertia's taste has gotten loads better, thinks Craig. Standing next to him, Mickey bites into a sandwich, checks his watch. A boom guy runs up to him, whispers something, and goes back into the crowd.

"We've been delayed," says Mickey. "Some train crash that's getting the prime spot."

"We keep getting delayed," moans Craig, now at the height of his annoyance scale. "Let's go."

"No, you're doing this, Craig," says Mickey.

"Give me back my phone," says Craig.

"I did, hours ago. It's not my fault she's not picking up. Now, get focused on looking handsome and being charming. The conference will start any minute."

Craig sighs, checks his watch. Court would be out in an hour. At least, he could catch Ashley before eight, if he was lucky.

"It's time!" shouts the boom guy, setting up one more microphone on the podium.

Mickey beams at Craig, pushes him on stage. It's a little stage, with a podium with many microphones attached, all propped so that others could hear his voice.

"You're on!" says the cameraman.

Reporters hold up tape recorders, while other cameramen and women surround Craig.

"Uh, hi," says Craig, glancing nervously at Mickey. "I'm here to answer any questions you have."

He isn't at all prepared for the verbal firing squad, but they go for it.

"How drunk were you the night you pushed Miss Nash?"

"Do you have any empathy for Jimmy Brooks?"

"Boxers or briefs?" asks what Craig thinks is the youngest reporter there.

The other reporters stare at her, confused.

"I'm with the Star Channel. It's a valid question," she says. "So?"

"Boxers," replies Craig. "As for the other questions..."

Craig begins to answer, but they pound him with some more.

"Do you intend to marry Ashley Kerwin?"

"How do you respond to the more negative comments regarding this scandal? Are you content knowing that some of your fans are less than thrilled with this pairing?"

"Blondes, brunettes, or redheads?" asks the youngest reporter.

"I've never dated a blonde," shrugs Craig. "As far as marrying Ashley, we..."

"Wait!" interrupts a reporter. "I'm getting a feed. Something about Kerwin right now. Yeah...yeah. A panic attack."

Craig jumps off the stage, grabs the reporter's radio, presses it to his ear. Mickey drops his sandwich, and joins Craig, looking livid.

"Get back up there," commands Mickey.

"Shut up, Mickey!" yells Craig, trying to piece the words together through the static.

"At exactly three forty-four, this afternoon, it is believed that Ashley Kerwin suffered a serious panic attack, as well as some type of heart attack, at the Dwyer Courthouse. It came minutes after hearing her daughter give a solemn testimony. Found by Miss Eleanor Nash, she has been transported to Lincoln Hospital in Toronto. Stay with us for the latest."

Craig can't think clearly. Panic attack...her heart...hospital. Why'd he take this stupid trip in the first place? She needed him.

"Helicopter...now!" shouts Craig, walking past all the reporters.

The reporter who had the radio comes by and rips it from his hands.

"Craig, we're not finished yet," says Mickey, angrily.

"Get it now...or else you'll be finished!" exclaims Craig. "I'm not losing her. Get it!"

Mickey sighs, calls Pete, and they hop in a cab. Mickey gives the driver the directions to the airport.

"I should've been there," whispers Craig. "I should've been there."

"She'll make it, Craig," says Mickey. "We'll get you there."