Eleanor Rigby
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ducky loved the sea. Jimmy and Breena's wedding had been unexpectedly short and understated, but lovely nonetheless. He was going to go back to D.C. with Jimmy in the afternoon, but he wanted to have one moment to himself, basking in the peace and quiet of the beach before returning to the frenzy and chaos of their search for the terrorist that disturbed everything back home.
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
In the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
Soon, a phone call got his attention. Maybe Jimmy needed had found an earlier flight to D.C. That would be good news, even though he found Florida quite charming.
"Hello? Yes, this is Dr. Mallard… dear god… how many? Yeah, of course, uhh… t-t-t-tell them I'll be right away… it's imperative that no one touches any of the deceased until I re…"
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
He couldn't take it. Some of his coworkers were trapped inside the building. All of his friends were there. Some of those trapped, were dead. Innocent people, some of which didn't even have anything to do with Dearing's search or what happened to his son. It was true that the field agents were prepared to be in the line of fire and that was something he had to deal with since that was part of their job, but what about those who weren't? What about Abby? What about Fred, the janitor? And Barb, the secretary? What about him? He was supposed to be there, and old enough for his death not to matter that much, whereas Kylie, the substitute MD, was barely in her late twenties, with her whole life ahead of her. He heard what the other person was saying, and he answered back, but it all seemed like nothing more than a really awful dream to him. This could not be happening.
Father McKenzie, writing the words
of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks
In the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?
He felt something burning in his chest. He knew what was coming, but he couldn't do anything about it. The team was his family. They all had taken a place in his heart, so it was only natural that if something happened to them, his heart would suffer the damage as well. Within seconds, the doctor ended up unconscious on the sand, the waves of the ocean washing over him.
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Jimmy and Breena called many times, to no avail. They didn't want to give him the bad news, but somebody had to, and it was better if it was them. They went back to the place of the wedding, but he wasn't there either. Jimmy recalled him saying something about the ocean and the sky, and wanting a moment of solitude, so they went in their car to the beach just two minutes away from there.
Eleanor Rigby, died in the church
And was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt
From his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
They finally found him, lying on the beach. He didn't look well at all. He was pale and had no pulse. There was no time to call an ambulance. Breena saw the open cell phone, inches away from the doctor. She handed Jimmy the phone, so he could see if he recognized the number that appeared there, and he didn´t, but it didn't matter. They looked at each other: it was obvious he had received the news, and that had caused his heart attack (because it was a heart attack). They got the doctor into the car and drove him as fast as they could to the nearest hospital.
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?