Who was she meant to be angry at? Abbey wondered dimly as she listened to the service. Jed? God? The nameless people who had taken her daughter away from her? Jean Paul? She couldn't help but be angry at her husband. If it weren't for his job….she sighed, tears running silently down her cheeks. In the end, it didn't even matter who she was angry at. It didn't bring her Zoey home.
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Donna felt numb as she looked out across the glowing landscape of candles and treasures that made up a shrine for Zoey. She had never imagined… "Oh my God" she whispered, her voice barely audible. Josh silently reached for her hand, entwining his fingers in hers, and together they walked into the throng of people.
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Ellie stood beside her father, her pale face solemn. She was his sole ally now, the only one who tried to understand things from his point of view. He was the President, he couldn't help the things that happened to them because he was the figurehead for America. He did his best. She couldn't be angry with him for that. She could only love him.
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Leo sat head in hands in his office. He had told Toby he was going home, but couldn't face doing so. His mind raced and his heart was divided between his love for his country and his love for his oldest friend. He didn't even know if choosing one meant he had to betray the other.
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Toby lay in bed awake. He knew he wanted see Andy and his twins. But he feared she wouldn't see them as their children. She saw them as her children, he was sure, and he was afraid of the pain attachment would bring him if that were true. He would end up where the President stood now, faced with the loss of his own daughter.
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Freezing cold, Zoey Bartlet whimpered in the darkness where no-one could hear her.
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