Apartment E616 was where the whole building had been standing infront of. The sounds of glass shattering and loud banging could be heard with the muffled cries of distress. They mourned for the man in E616. They worry for his sanity, if it was still in tact and they'd hope so.

Hours go by and the crowd gathering up infront of the door split as a blonde man with tear stained cheeks and red, puffy eyes passed them to knock on the wooden entry.

He brings up his hand again, knocking a bit more louder than the last.

There was no answer.

The man puts his forehead against the door , clearly not giving up and pushing himself forward. Not just for himself, but for the man on the other side.

"Sebastian." He whispered.

Silence.

Everybody anticipated for any response that would be a good sign to tell them that the person in the apartment was alive.

But he was so far from alive.

"Sebastian, It's Chris. I came as fast as I could. Please open up." The man pleaded, talking to the door, hoping his begging had gone past the barrier.

Then there it was... A noisy creak rang through the quiet hall.

"...Chris. Niklaus..." It was a feeble, hoarse voice that lacked spirit. It sounded like it came from someone who got their throats cut.

"I know, Seb. I know. Please let me in." The door opened just enough for Chris to go forward into the apartment, everyone else had relief wash over them, knowing Sebastian Stan was still alive and someone had cared enough to come to his cries.

Chris' P.O.V.

I wipe away the stray tears that built up that I tried to hold back, walking into Sebastian's apartment and seeing him much more wounded than I'd expected him to be.

There was a large bleeding gash running down his arm and his clothes were dismantled. The living room was torn apart and flipped upside down, except the book shelf; it had some sort of forcefield around it and seemed so unaffected. Everything else around it was hopeless. Even the television had a knife going through it.

"Sebastian." I breathe out , cautiously approaching him. He runs a hand through his hair, sniffing. A grim chuckle coming out of his lips as he stare down the ground.

"She's gone. Would you look at that. Niklaus is actually gone, Chris." He turns to me with a sick smile. His eyes were screaming for help and if his jaw tightens even more , I'm pretty sure he'd break all of his teeth.

"Don't you dare say that Sebastian. There's hope. We have to hang on." I couldn't even be convinced by my own words. It was so hard to believe it when both of us knew that we can't control the situation and hold on any longer.

"You don't sound so convinced yourself...." Sebastian comments. Obviously knowing too well.

"We have to stay strong... We- we need to get through this, alright? We...  We have to. " my voice quivered and the next thing I know was Sebastian holding unto my shirt and pinning me to the wall, sobbing incoherent words.

"I CANT DO IT. I GAVE UP THE MOMENT I HEARD IT ,CHRIS. IM SO FUCKING LOST." He stops and he cries.

He lets go of me and the man that I've gone close to throughout years of working together looked so damaged. 

All I could do for him was hold him and let him cry on me.

We're going to get through this.

I repeat to myself as a mantra.

I said it to myself  while I fixed Sebastian's apartment. That's the first step to making everything just a bit more sunshine-y for the both us.

Sebastian's P.O.V.

At the moment, I'm just thankful to have a friend with me at a day like this.

A day like I feel like jumping out of the goddamn building for everyone's sake.

Chris cleaned up the aftermath of my breakdown including my possibly-to-be-decapitated arm and let me sleep it off. Well, 'letting' me wasn't really the right words. It was more of an order that he can't do himself either. But I had to give it to him for trying.

It hasn't been 24 hours yet and the search party for the missing people from the flight had only gone 5 hours in after the reported incident. It made it to national news and families were suffering from the losses after being told that they'd found their relative barely recognizable or dead.

Why I haven't recieved any sort of confirmation or information about this was tearing me apart as it is.

I watch the aerial live feed of the search from my laptop, hoping and praying to god that I'm wrong about the death of someone that means the universe to me.

"Please turn it off.." Chris plopped beside me with two bottles of water in hand, handing my the other.

The request was so dry it could be mistakened for a raisin.

But it was polite.

I closedthe laptop and stare at him as he drinks his water.

"Do- do you really think she's still alive?"

"I don't really know how to answer that, man."

"Just answer me." I snapped and he didn't react to it.

"I don't know what to tell you."he mumbles.

A loud ping interrupted me and I knew for sure it was another update on the current search.

Woman in critical condition found on shore of Belfast, Ireland along with three dead bodies. Estimated  546 km from crash site. Yet to confirm identification.

"Chris... You think?" I pass him the mobile with a shaky hand and he reads it over.

"Call Colin. I'll go contact some people to check..to see if it's her ,okay?" He gives my shoulder a squeeze before walking to the kitchen to make some calls.

I scroll throughout the contacts on my phone, trying to remember what name I'd put under Colin O'Donoghue.

Oh there, Princess Hook.

I press his name and tap the phone symbol.

I put the phone against my ear and it starts ringing.
It took about three to four rings before a zombie sounding irish guy answers at the other end of the line.

"Hey, man. I'm sorry for the wake up call but I need a favor right now its an emergency." I anxiously pick on the chipped leather of the couch as I await an answer.

"Yeah, uh, what happened, man? What do you need?"I hear a bunch of ruffling and a grunt at the background.

"My- my girl has been in a plane crash and uh. Its pretty bad and I don't know if she's dead or not... There was someone who got rushed to the hospital at Belfast I was hoping if you could-"

"Oh crap. Sure, sure . I'm just going put on some trousers. I'm on my way, Stan. Are you alright?"

There was a clink and a string of curse words followed by a loud thud.

"I could be better.. Are you - are you alright? I'm really sorry for bothering you."

"Oh no I'm alright, i just put in the wrong foot, hey, how 'bout i call ye when I'm on my way? Sounds great?" He was rushing and I could hear it from wherever he was.

"Yes thats fine thank you, man. I owe you a ton. Thank you."

We both hang up and on cue Chris yells a thank you.

"Josh has a hold of people and he says he'll get them to check." Chris walk into the living room explaining.

"Colin is on his way. He just has to put on clothes."

"...I just hope it's her"

"You and I, both."