(A/N: This is prologue 3.)

Troy sat in his rocking chair, and rocked back and forth, listening to the squeaks of its old, wooden qualities.

Since sitting in the room, a lady came in three more times to paint three more leaves. All were girls.

No boys.

Zane was the only boy.

The rocking chair squeaked more as Troy rocked faster, trying to rock the life away from his own lifeless body.

He only had one thing left in this world to love.

Gabriella.

And he knew that she felt unloved.

She needed to know that there was one person who always loved her, no matter what. It didn't matter that Zane was dead. It didn't matter that her parents hated her. It didn't matter what anyone thought of her.

Troy loved her the way she was.

He looked up as many sparkles from the ceiling twinkled, as if they were winking at Troy.

"What else can possibly go wrong now?" He sighed and looked back up at Zane's leaf. "What other person in my life is going to be gone?"

And that would soon become ironic.

He stood up from his seat, wiped his eyes, and walked out of the nursery visitation room.

As he walked down the hallway, it felt like he was walking down the lonely road to hell.

Hell, in which would lead him to the worst possible thing that could ever happen...

As he approached the door, a guard stopped him.

"Where are you going?"

"My girlfriend is in here. Gabriella Montez. She gave birth about four hours ago."

"I can't let you in. Doctor's orders."

"What's going on- "

"I can't tell you."

Troy scratched his head and walked to the front desk.

"I have a question. What's going on in room 107? My girlfriend just gave birth four hours ago to our son, who died, and now they aren't letting me in the room to see my girlfriend."

The nurse pulled her scanner out. "Are you over eighteen?"

"Yeah. I'm nineteen. My name's Troy Bolton- "

"Oh... " The nurse covered her mouth.

"What?" Troy leaned over the desk.

"I'm sorry- "

"For Zane, okay, I've had enough sorries today. I want to see Gabriella."

"No, I'm sorry about Gabriella."

"Why?" Troy raised an eyebrow. "Gabriella's fine."

"No... " The nurse shook her head. "She was pronounced dead about five minutes ago- "

"WHAT?" Troy's eyes got wide. "You must have the wrong Gabriella. Her name is Gabriella Anne Montez, born on June 18th, 1993. She's fifteen- "

"Yes, Gabriella Anne Montez was pronounced dead. I'm very sorry, sir."

"No!" He became outraged. "She's not dead! She was fine!"

"She commited suicide, Mr. Bolton. She slit her throat."

"NO!" Troy screamed. "SHE'S ALIVE!"

"Sir!" The nurse stood up as Troy ran down the hallway.

"LET ME IN!" Troy said, trying to push back the bodyguard. "MY BABY GIRL! MY GABI!" He sobbed.

"I can't let you in!"

"GABRIELLA!" He cried and sobbed. "GABRIELLA!"

The doctor opened the door.

"Mr. Bolton, I'm terribly sorry... We just left her for a few minutes, and we came back. She cut her throat. She commited suicide. I'm very, very sorry- "

"GABRIELLA!" Troy sunk to the ground on his knees and balled up. "My baby girl... I love her so much, and she never thought I did... I love her... "

...

It was a very, very slow evening.

Troy sat outside Gabriella's hospital room, crying for two days straight.

He didn't move, eat, or even think.

He wanted Gabriella.

Her body was transfered back to Ohio for her funeral and to be buried.

But Troy sat still in his spot, not budging.

The security guard walked up to him and sighed.

"Sir, you have been sitting here for two days now. I think you should go home."

Troy shook his head.

"I don't want to have to force you out... " The guard crossed his arms. "Really, I don't."

"Fucking shoot me. Right here. In the head... " Troy sobbed. "I have nothing to live for... "

"Come on man, you have something." The guard squatted down. "Your parents are waiting for you at home in Ohio."

"Screw them." Troy sniffled. "They just want to say 'I told you so' and laugh at me."

"I don't think they would do that." The guard said.

"You don't know them. Fuck me. Fuck my life. Kill me now. I wanna be with my Gabriella and Zane... "

A doctor approached Troy.

"Mr. Bolton? I have some news that I think you'll be very, very happy to hear."

"What the fuck could be happy?"

"Your son."

Troy lifted his head up. His eyes were crusted and red, and his entire face was red.

"Zane? What?"

"He's alive."

Troy's heart stopped.

"No... " Troy shook his head. "There's not fucking way... "

"Yes. It seems we made a mistake. He started breathing a couple minutes after, but one of the staff switched the names of Zane and another dead baby. We even went as far as taking a sample of his DNA, Gabriella's DNA, and a piece of your hair and we tested it, and in fact, that was Zane."

Troy stood up. "Where is he?"

"He's at the nursery. Go down there and see him. The nurse is waiting for you."

Troy never ran so fast.

He bolted down all the hallways like it was a matter of life and death.

As he approached the nursery, he first knocked on the door, and the nurse happily opened the door for him.

"Troy Bolton?"

"Yeah." Troy walked in, his entire body shaking. "Where's Zane?"

"First, I need you to sit down... " She smiled at him. "You're a little shaky. Are you sure you can handle this?"

"I need to see him." Troy sobbed. "His mom commited suicide over him. I need him... He's the only part of Gabriella I have left... "

"I understand." She said, walking towards the nursery door. "I'll be right in with him."

Troy tried to get himself together. Unfortuanately, it didn't help, because all he could think about was Gabriella.

"Alright, here he is... " The nurse had a large smile on her face as she walked towards him with a blanket.

She gently placed the baby into Troy's arms.

Automatically, Troy bursted into tears. He shivered with the fact that he was holding the thing that was inside of Gabriella for nine months. The thing that kept him together all that time. The thing that Gabriella wanted the most in her life...

As the nurse left, Troy started rocking back and forth, as if he was trying to stop the baby from crying, but in reality, he was soothing himself.

"I loved your mommy so much... " Troy sobbed and ran his finger across Zane's blonde hair. "She meant so much to me, and she barely knew it... She was the most important thing in my life... " Troy's tears didn't stop. "And now you're the most important thing in my life... "

Zane had big, blue eyes like Troy, and they opened up to Troy like he knew Troy was his daddy.

"I love you, little man... " Troy kissed Zane's forehead. "But I'm not keeping your name Zane... " Troy chuckled a little. "Your mom wanted to name you Talen. So, your name is Talen, but I'm going to spell it T-A-L-O-N, like a bird's claw. Talon Beau Bolton. How does that sound? Do you like that?"

Troy looked up at Talon's leaf, which still said Zane, but would soon be changed to Talon.

And Gabriella's legacy would soon live on in Talon's heart.