Jax and Lucy were still hovering over the area, they had been scanning for hours but there was no sight of Ethan nor Cyrus and Trevor. “Search team, don't stop until you find the commander!” He barked. Jax was obviously stressed and the irritated expression on his face was a giveaway to that fact. The jet had been running for longer than it was supposed to and now he had to land back on the ship. Soaring over the seas, he swept his gaze on the clear blue waters one last time in hopes that he would see anything, no matter how minute that would give away the fact that Ethan was still there. A sigh escaped his lips as he steered the jet in the opposite direction and Lucy followed suit. They both began flying back towards the main ship. He landed first and then he parked before Lucy landed shortly after. He was in the process of taking off his gear when Lucy approached him. “Don't beat yourself up over it, you did your best.” Her voice was soft and soothing, it was quite clear that

Valerie was turning left and right on her bed, beads of sweat trickling down her face. Her clothes were soaked with sweat and even the spot which was lying down on the bed was moist. Her chest kept rising and falling at an irregular pace until she finally shot up, gasping for her breath. She struggled with the handcuffs, hoping they would give in but as usual they didn't. Her wrists were already sore and red with bruises from her struggle. She placed her palm on her chest, trying to steady her breathing. The bad dream she just had was still replaying in her head. The feeling of apprehension washed over her, somewhere in the back of her mind she kept thinking that something terribly bad was about to happen or had already happened. “Ethan…” she whispered under her breath, staring into space. By now the effects of hunger had begun to manifest and she felt weak and light headed. She exhaled, fatigue getting the better of her. Her throat had already been sore from all the screaming an

Blaring sirens were all over the place and the ambulance was parked just by the bridge. A small crowd had formed around the place where the accident took place. Below the bridge by the river banks, divers were going in to find any survivors. 4 divers jumped off the boats, swimming to the bottom of the river in search of any signs of Jason or Renée.One of them held out a torch, swimming through the water. It was evening so seeing was much harder, but they didn't have the luxury of time. The sooner they found them, the better. They continued to swim, covering different parts of the river as they moved. Finally one of their flashlights bounced against a metallic object, causing it to shimmer in the water. As the diver continued to rotate the torch around the object, she quickly realized that it was a car. She swam straight towards the car and some of the other divers saw her making her way towards the car and followed suit. The two bodies were still inside the car, Jason's and Renèe

Everyone was still in shock, their hearts in their mouths as they watched Ethan punch the man. Even Ethan himself was shocked by his actions. He glared at his slightly reddened knuckles. He had no memory of who he was, but all he knew was that he was overwhelmed by the urge to protect them. The other two men approached him, one of them landing a punch on his face which sent him crashing against the wall. His reflexes were a little rusty since he didn’t quite remember that he was a commander with top notch combat skills. “Watch out!” Kayla screamed at the top of her lungs when she saw one of the men pick up a chair and tried to attack him with it. He dodged and the chair crashed against the wooden wall, causing bits of it to chip off. He leaned and ran into the man, his shoulders ramming the man's torso. Within a flash, the man was on the floor as Ethan took him down. The other one tried to intercede but before he could get close enough, Ethan had kicked him in the shin and then jum

Therese was crying and holding on to a picture of Renée when she was small. She couldn't help but blame herself for everything that had occurred. Maybe if she had a spine and she had put her foot down, Clifford wouldn't be able to do whatever he wanted and her daughter wouldn't have been forced into marriage to a suicidal psychopath like Jason. There was a knock on the door and when she raised her head to see who it was, it was Clifford. He wore a remorseful look on his face as he stood by the doorframe. She didn't even bother to acknowledge him, she just turned around and shoved the picture of her daughter into the bag.“Therese, let talk-” “We have absolutely nothing to talk about unless it's about you finding Valerie or about Renée’s funeral arrangements,” she said blankly. She walked right past him with her bag and was making her way out. “So that's how it's going to be?! You're just going to leave after everything we've been through together?” His voice boomed from behind he