Nick Carter stared unblinking at a magazine, waiting for what seemed to be an eternity. He couldn't believed it had happened. Sure there had been a storm going on, but they'd played together when there'd been storms before. Nothing like this had ever happened. All the good times they'd had, all the memories....

Nick's eyes turned a deeper shade of blue as they misted over with tears. It wasn't fair, that the bad things in life always happen to good people.

Suddenly, a door opened and a man stepped into the room.

"Mr. Carter?"

Thunder crashed, loudly, closely and the lights flickered for a moment.

"Whew, that was a close one wasn't it?" The man smiled briefly.

"Tell me, is everything gonna be okay?"

The man frowned, "I'm sorry, Mr. Carter, but we couldn't save it."

"What??!! But you're the best in Tampa! How come you couldn't save it!!"

Memories flashed in rapid succession.

Their first times together.

The first victory.

The second victory.

They'd had so many victories that he'd lost count.

It just wasn't fair.

The man left the room for a moment and returned, a lumpy form in his arms, barely distinguishable under a white blanket.

Nick sniffled and blinked back a tear, sentimental feelings overwhelming him, almost engulfing him until.....

....A.J. poked him in his back.

"C'mon, get over it Nick!" A.J. rolled his brown eyes, "You can always get another PlayStation!"