The following morning, the remaining campers sat at the hotel, in utter shock. The events of the previous night seemed to have shattered any and all hope they had gathered in the last few weeks. Geoff and Gwen were particularly devastated. Geoff sank back into the depression that had briefly grasped him when Bridgette had been voted off TDI. And though Gwen now knew how Trent had felt when she had died, this fact provided her little comfort. LeShawna sank deeper into her depression as well. Watching Harold's body be incinerated had driven her past the point of total sadness and into something else altogether. Heather's death seemed to greatly affect Abigail, as she had been the one to bring Abby back to her father. But it was D.J.'s death that hurt the most. All of them felt a tremendous sense of crushing sadness knowing that one of their strongest foundations was now gone. Duncan in particular, was greatly saddened by D.J.'s passing. The two of them had spent so much time together and Duncan considered D.J., more than anyone else, to be his brother. Chef was also particularly devastated by D.J.'s death, feeling like he had lost a little brother.

The depression gripped them for two full weeks. Dorian seemed to sense he had done more than enough damage for the moment, as he did not send anyone else to attack. Hardly any of them had left the hotel since that fateful night. Owen seemed to be the only one who was able to function, even semi-normally, and he often went for solo walks around downtown. What none of them realized was, Owen was formulating a plan of his own on these walks, a plan that would both lift their spirits and crush Dorian's. Finally, on the fourteenth day after the attack on the hospital, Owen called them all together.

"What do you want, Owen?" asked Duncan, in an uninspired tone.

"Yeah, big guy. Can't you just let us wallow in our misery?" asked Geoff

"No. We have to fight back." said Owen, staring at them intently. "I have a plan."

"What's the point dude?" asked Tyler. "Every time we gain ground on Dorian, he just puts us back down again. We can't win this war."

"So that means we should just give up?" asked Owen. Tyler nodded. "That's bullshit and I don't accept it." said Owen. "Win or lose we have to keep fighting."

"But why, Owen?" asked Beth. "Why should we keep fighting when all it's brought us is misery and death?"

"We keep fighting because it's the right thing to do." said Owen, a fierce determination in his eyes. "We keep fighting because giving up never got anyone anything. We keep fighting because it's what our friends would want us to do. Or do you not care about their sacrifices?"

"No, dude. We care, it's just-" said Cody.

"It's just what, Cody?" Owen shouted. "Too hard, too painful, too fucked up? Of course it's hard, painful, and fucked up, it's a fucking war! We keep fighting because it's what D.J. would do. It's what Heather would do. It's what Trent and Justin and Katie and Harold and Bridgette would do. They would never just roll over and let Dorian win, and you all know that. We fight, because win or lose, we will take Dorian down. Even if we all die doing it, we will wipe his psychotic, tyrannical, fucked up ass off the face of God's good, green Earth!"

The others looked at Owen a moment, before Duncan started applauding. The others quickly joined in and Duncan spoke up.

"Well said, Owen, well said." Duncan said. "I apologize for being so weak, we all do. You're absolutely right, the others would never give up and neither will we. Now let's hear this plan of yours."