"Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to Chicago and thank you for flying TWA." Finally, Jackie thought upon hearing the voice of the captain. She got out of her seat and stepped into the isle reaching for her overnight bag which was in the overhead compartment. She grabbed it and started to walk determinedly down the isle.

"Oh my gosh…Jackie Burkhardt? Oh Harold, look its Jackie Burkhardt!"

Jackie looked up and could see she wouldn't be getting of the plane as fast as she would have liked. The isle was suddenly blocked by a middle age woman and her portly companion.

Damn it, Jackie thought in frustration. She had almost gotten off the plane without anybody recognizing her. She usually loved her fans but right now she just didn't have time. "Who the heck is Jackie Burkhardt?" The man stated looking over at the woman.

"You know Harold if you would watch something other than football you would know who Jackie Burkhardt is. She's a news correspondent for the CBS evening news. Of course you watching the news would be like the second coming." The woman uttered angrily. The man looked down at who Jackie surmised was his wife and just shrugged.

Jackie smiled thinly "Yes, hello. If you would excuse me I'm in a bit of a ru…"

"Jackie was cut off by the woman shoving a piece of paper in her face. "If you would just sign this it would be just wonderful. Oh nobody at home is going to believe that I actually met you!" Jackie looked behind her and saw over 100 people waiting to get off the plane, none of whom looked as thrilled about her being here as the couple in front of her. Jackie sighed and set her overnight bag on the floor. She took the slip of paper and the pen from the woman and looked at her questioningly. "Okay, who do I make this out to?"

"Oh! Please make it out to Sharon Simmons. Also, could you umm…" Sharon was cut off by Jackie handing her the autographed piece of paper. "Here you go, Sharon. Thanks for watching!" Jackie grabbed her overnight case and ran down the isle and off the plane.

Jackie jogged through the airport dodging travelers and children trying to get to the car rental booth. She heard three more people call her name and just kept going. She just didn't have the time or the energy to be her chipper beautiful self right now. She got to the rental booth and picked up the keys to the car her assistant had reserved for her. She made her way to the car, got in and pulled out of the airport.

Two hours later she pulled up to the Point Place medical center. She had the car Valet parked and rushed to the admittance desk.

"Hello, I'm looking for a Donna Pinciotti or an Eric Foreman. Could you tell me which rooms they are in?" Jackie asked the harried nurse behind the counter. "One second." The nurse uttered. Jackie tapped her fingers impatiently against the counter. "Look, just tell me the room. Oh forget it" Jackie reached over the counter for a ledger that had 'Admittance' written on it. "Hey! You can't…" The nurse turned towards Jackie to grab the ledger out of her hands.

"Jackie." Jackie spun around and saw Fez standing a few feet from her looking haggard.

"Fez!" Jackie dropped the ledger and ran over to him. "How are they? Are they out of surgery? I'm sorry it took so long to get here but people kept trying to stop me and…well, I'm sorry." When Fez didn't say anything Jackie began to fear the worst. "Oh my God no… Fez?" Jackie grabbed his shoulders and shook him. "Fez!"

At that Fez seemed to come out of his fog. "We still don't know anything. A nurse comes out every 30 minutes to update us but she never says much of anything, just that they are still undergoing surgery."

"What? They must have been in there for almost 7 hours now! What the hell happened?" Jackie asked as she began pacing in front of Fez.

"They were heading back home and it was raining. The roads were very slick because we hadn't had rain in a while and from what the police said it looks like the driver in the on coming lane had been drinking and he over compensated and ran head on into Donna and Eric. The police aren't sure but they think the guy was going about 60 miles per hour."

Jackie stopped pacing and tried to absorb the implications of someone drunk hitting her best friends at that speed. She now knew their chances for survival were thin if non-existent. Jackie felt tears begin to fall on her cheeks and quickly wiped them away. She could cry later. Now was not the time for crying. She looked over at Fez and could see that he was buckling under the weight of having to deal with all of this. She needed to be strong for him.

"Alright, Fez they'll be fine. I'm sure of it. Let's just head up to the waiting room and I'll try and see what I can get out of the nurse. All those years of interviewing people are finally going to pay off." Jackie walked back to the counter and grabbed her bag and walked back over to Fez. She took his hand and headed towards the waiting room in search of the nurse with the tight lips.