Author's note: Wow, you guys, thank you so much! I have never gotten so many reviews for one chapter before. It makes me feel like I can really write:)

Anyway, I just wanted to say that this story is not only to give a better ending to one of the best movies I have ever seen but also for those people who lost their lives on the very real day. Always remember September 11th 2001!

Chapter two

A Helping hand

"Tyler-," Michael's voice was echoing in Tyler's head. He was dizzy, he couldn't think straight. Where was he? He didn't remember, nor did he really care. "Tyler, wake up," Michale's voice sounded in his head again but he didn't want to listen, he just wanted to sleep. Yes, sleep was what he wanted and some how knew he needed. Though as the darkness threatened him once again he felt something sting his cheek. He tried to ignore it, the idea of sleep was to tempting as he tried to brush what ever it was away with his weakened hand. It was only a matter of seconds before it stung him again.

"Come on kid, wake up," Michael's voice was edged with concern now.

Tyler winced as he finally started to come back around, he realized he was more then just dizzy. His head was killing him, the memories of what happened flashed through his head.

"That's it, come on wake up," That wasn't right, Michael's voice was fading to a different one.

Tyler moaned and forced his eyes open, a tall blurry figure swam in front of him.

"That's it kiddo, come on," the blur was slowly coming into focus, it was a man about his father's age who was leaning over him, at least that was what Tyler could make out with his blurred vision.

"Hey, you had me worried that for a minute, are you alright?" the man asked leaning down so that he was face to face with Tyler.

Tyler looked around as best he could. He was still in the hallway between the stair ways, leaning against the wall. A wall that felt almost hot against his back. People were running passed him on the stairs trying to get out of the building, the smoke and dust that was filling the stairway was making everyone cough as they ran passed. Tyler shook his head trying to clear it as he looked back to the man in front of him. "What happened?"

The man shook his head, "We're not sure. Something big hit the building, some people are saying it was an airliner. All we know is this building is falling apart, we got to move. Do you think you can walk?"

Tyler thought about this for minute, he really didn't want to walk, he didn't want to move. His head was pounding with pain and he knew he didn't land against the wall when he fell, he must have been tromped on because it felt like every part of his body was bruised. But then a piece of the ceiling fell in barely missing them. Tyler sighed, it was time to move.

Coughing, Tyler pushed himself up with the wall trying to find his balance. As he pushed away from the wall his legs buckled, he would have fallen if the man hadn't caught him.

"Whoa, easy there I got you, can you make it if I help you?" the man asked holding Tyler up with a little effort.

Tyler swallowed but slowly nodded.

"My name's Brian by the way," Brian said as he pulled Tyler's arm up and over his shoulder.

"I-I'm, Tyler," Tyler coughed out.

"Alright Tyler, what do you say we get out of here?" Brian said as they slowly started their way down the stairs.

Before Brian could say anything else they heard it. Bang!! The sound echoed throughout the building, making both Tyler and Brian look up. That noise sounded like the sound they had heard when the building had shuttered. The same sound they heard when Tyler went flying. The same sound they heard right before the building started to fall apart. Had another plane hit the other tower? Brian didn't wait to find out, "Come on kiddo, we got to move!"

They walked in silence for a few minutes, moving slower then a lot of people as they were some times shoved out of the way by people running down the stairs. The smoke filling the stairway seemed to be getting a little less thick the lower they got, they could see a little farther in front of them every other stairway they took. Tyler's coughing continued to get worse and Brian began to cough right along with him.

"So-do you have family?" Brian asked trying to brake the silence as they slowly continued their way down.

Tyler nodded as he continued to cough he promised himself he was never smoking again, "I got a little sister out there somewhere." not really wanting to go into full detail about his family but his sister deserved mentioning.

"A sister, what's her name?" Brain asked, he was trying to keep Tyler talking, anything to get the kid out of there.

"Caroline, she's eleven, she'll be twelve on the eighteenth actually," Tyler said smiling at the thought, his little sister was not so little anymore.

"She sounds sweet," Brian said with a smile.

Tyler nodded, "She is." he paused to cough and then continued, "What about you, do you have family?"

Brian nodded pulling Tyler's arm up a little on his shoulders, "I've got two boys and one girl at home."

"How old?" Tyler asked coughing again.

"Well, the girl, Sammi, she's the youngest she's seven, Mason, he's eleven and then Michael the oldest is almost fifteen," Brian said with a smile and then added, "When we get out of here I'll show you a picture of them if you like."

Tyler nodded feeling a small ache at the oldest's name, "I'd like that."

It took them almost ten minutes to get to the 40h floor, Tyler's head was starting to clear a little. He was able to keep his footing a little better each flight they took. Though by the time they reached the 30th floor Tyler was working to get a breath in, his lungs were filling with smoke and dust instead of air, making it hard to breath.

"You wan to rest for a minute?" Brian asked watching Tyler as he tried to force the breath in and out of his lungs.

"I want to but I don't think we really can now can we," Tyler said, he was wheezing now, every breath harder then the last.

"Tyler, you need to take a break, its alright, I'm not going anywhere without you," Brian said as he eased Tyler down against the wall, out of the way of the other people running past them.

Tyler didn't argue, he knew he couldn't walk anymore, he needed a breather, five minute that was all he needed.

They couldn't describe what they heard. People were screaming throughout the stairway and Tyler and Brian looked through one of the many holes that now graced the building in utter shock. The tower beside them, the south tower was crumpling and falling to the ground, it was just a matter of second before there was just a pile of bent metal and broken glass where the south tower had once stood.

Tyler forced himself to his feet and looked at Brian, "Lets go!"

They were still moving at the same speed, Tyler couldn't go any faster. When they reached the twentieth floor Brian looked at his watch, ten thirty, they had been walking for nearly an hour. Tyler stumbled a little, his legs not wanting to work with him Brian started to cheer him on, "Come on Tyler you're doing great, just twenty more floors kiddo you can do it!"

They reached the nineteenth floor when it happened, the ceiling started falling in. Brian looked up, it wasn't just the ceiling, it was the entire building. Brian pulled Tyler into a corner of the stairwell, just as the World Trade Center north tower collapse around them.