A/N: I wasn't going to do anything until today really sunk in. One of my friends was in New York City today to honor his grandmother. My father's childhood friend died. So this story goes to them and all the others killed in the dreadful terrorist attack fifteen years ago.

"Thomas Jordan..." It had been so long ago. He was only eight when the world stopped turning. When everyone on his island looked up with horror and shock. He remembered hearing his teacher scream and faint when she saw the first plane. When the second struck, there was nobody who was not shaken. A couple of kids in his class cried. They were the ones who lost their parents that day. "... Aaron Horwitz..." He watched people link arms to jump. Rather than burn or suffocate, they would jump, almost certainly to their deaths. He watched firemen and policeman pass his building to help the people at the towers. Later, he would hear of the man in the red bandana, who sacrificed himself to save at least six people alongside firefighters. "...Ding a ling a ling..." The ground shook as the tower imploded. He saw the enormous dust cloud in the distance. Tears were brought to his young, green eyes. No one thought... No one ever presumed that a tragedy like this would rock the city. He heard the president speak to the nation from a Florida elementary school. "...Ding a ling a ling...". The second tower had fallen. Scores of innocents more had perished. Some kids were never picked up that day... Or the next... Or the next. Some kids were visiting their parents' work. He never saw them again. At this moment, he decided. The people who would kill with such a harsh view of life were the worst monsters. The people who would kill fathers, mothers, sons, daughters. They were not worthy of even the worst punishments. Percy turned off the television and hugged his mother and Annabeth. Paul was teaching at a school just a small distance away from the towers on that day. Annabeth was in Camp, where everyone was watching with bated breath. His mother, his sweet, sweet mother, was working when she saw. They all remembered where they were when the world stopped turning.

A/N: This was a tragedy that shall remain in our hearts forever. We all remember where we were when the world stopped turning. Never forget, and always remember. And to why God makes the good die young, " If you were in a garden, which flowers would you pick?" "The best ones."