The Los Angeles sky is a hazy shade of gray. A large pang of thunder and suddenly rain begins to stain the dreary concrete pavement. Sharon Raydor stands at the large window leading to the patio of her flat, a mug of black tea in her hand. She smiles to herself, thinking of how simple yet depressing this moment truly is.

"Mom, I'm going to Chase's." Tyler calls to his mother, his short black hair blends nicely with his olive complexion. He resembled his father closely and his mother cherished the fact that he did.

"That's fine."

"Oh." He walks to her, "And Layla called."

"Layla?" The Captain's estranged daughter rarely ever called. Their relationship was always strained, often leading to a disagreement and Layla storming from the house or wherever it was they were.

"Yes, Layla." Tyler crosses his arms, sighing, "I would like it if she came over, you know. I miss my niece and nephews. I would go over there, but...I'm pretty sure her boyfriend would kick my ass."

Sharon sighs, kissing the top of his head. She was always so proud of Tyler. He was easy to be proud of, perfect student, great sense of humor, handsome. When he revealed to her that he was homosexual a few years back, she didn't bat an eye. Nothing changed for her. Nothing about him changed. However, he wouldn't have to sneak around with his young gentlemen callers anymore.

"So, if you don't mind, I'm going to Chase's. We're going out to dinner, so I'll be home late."

"Okay, be careful, please." She offers him a smile and watches him leave. Sharon walks over to the sofa, looking to her mobile phone, and bites her lip with uncertainty. Whenever her daughter called, it was never good news. It usually meant she needed something, something big.

Slowly, her fingers run over the touch sensitive numbers of the gadget, knowing her daughter's number by heart even though she hadn't called it in such a while.

"Hello, is this Layla Moore's next of kin?" A voice answers, it wasn't her daughter, that much she knew.

"I'm...I'm her mother. Who is this?" The dread and worry slowly rises in Sharon, instantly fearing the worst.

"This is Doctor Jeff Delany at Cedars-Sinai, are you able to travel here? Ms. Moore's companion is incapacitated and there needs to be some decisions and arrangements made."

"I'll...as fast as I can." She hangs up, sitting there a moment, collecting her thoughts before jogging to the door.