"When tragedy strikes...that's when ya learn what people are really made of," a voice over begins, that of President Gokuo.

"I'm a little surprised that the people of New Yawk had it all in them...it's usually thought of as a horrible place to live...with horrible people living in it. Maybe they aren't the best...but they aren't the worst by far. They've showed they've cared--our whole country has shown they care...thousands of lives were lost in this tragedy--New Yawker, other Americans, people from other countries as well...maybe seeing how we respond will maybe give our enemies just a little glimpse of what we're made of...and show them we ARE a better people than them.

"Our normal Riot Rulz won't be shown, but in memoriam, a special tribute to them..."

We open to Megan Eko and Hera Hercig, seating in a small room with a black backdrop, each in simple chairs.

Megan begins, "Hello, fans...viewers just tuning in who aren't regular viewers...family. I'm Megan Eko...EAW commentator. Japanese by descent...American by birth. My grandparents came here decades ago seeking opportunity...and it wasn't easy for them. They were strong, determined...and passed that on to my parents. My father is a doctor...my mother, a lawyer."

She smirks, trying to make the mood a bit more upbeat, "Well, their work kinda goes hand in hand, but it's rather interesting to see them argue."

She clears her throat, "At any rate, I fancied being a reporter..though I had a strange obsession with the same thing you fans watch every week...well, I worked a local affiliate as an anchorwoman, before long the EAW came up. I took advantage of my opportunity, and a job application and an interview with a slobbering president later I got my dream job. Classes aren't fixed in the USA...where you begin isn't necessarily where you'll be for life. Other nations aren't so lucky...some hold down their working class with ignorance...hatred...a charismatic leader who preaches at them...that finds a scapegoat for all their woes. That's what seemed to be at the room of this that led to it. No words can possibly replace what was lost...no punishment can even the score...we can only do our best to comfort...provide hope, and not let this do what it was intended to do--scare us, wound us, make us lose faith and hope. As long as we don't...our attackers have lost."

Hera then speaks up, "Everything you said is true...and like LG said...this has brought out the best in our people. Our wrestlers had much to say about this...even Hunter. Many of the segments we're going to show tonight you've seen, though I know for one this is the first time you'll be seeing Hunter speak on it. Ric...well, he doesn't feel comfortable saying anything...but he's let Hunter and I know his feelings on it...and it's the same as everyone else's."

Megan nods, "Lance Storm was one of the first to express his thoughts..."

--

September 11th, 2001. A new day in infamy. Everyone knows the terrible, horrific, tragic event that happened. And, even though everyone knew Lance's feeling about America.. he was shocked and in mourning himself.

Lance stood in front of an America flag, looking serious (more than usual).

"I know my opinions about America are sometimes hard, but what happened yesterday..."

Lance wipes a tear from his eye. "It was... I can't express how I feel. My condolences goes out to everyone that was involved, and let be a reminder that although we may live in different places in the world... but in the end... we're all just humans."

Lance bows his head, as the scene fades to black.

--

Fade back to the room...

Hera: Just recently, a young wrestler that goes by the name of MAIKU has been turning heads in the EAW...many of us deal with this in many ways, and his is sympathy, of course, and anger...

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Michael White-- also known as MAIKU and previously Michael Whitewind-- is a proud American, and always has been. The news from yesterday both shocked and angered him.

"What kind of fucking assholes can do such a horrible deed? This is beyond cruel-- thousands of lives lost, both the innocent bystanders in the WTC and Pentagon, and the brave men who tried to save survivors... All from terrorists on some kind of holy mission. It's sad that our nation could be so horribly attacked, and I hope justice will be served to those heartless motherfuckers..."

Fade out.

--

"Many of our EAW wrestlers are...a bit above the norm in strength and abilities...that just doesn't change who they are, however...it makes no difference in their hearts," Megan comments, in sniffles.

--

The shock still was setting in for most of the people of the world. An evil terrorist had meticulously planned all this... destroying the World Trade Center... damaging the Pentagon... so many lives lost.

Funny... before this tragedy Eighteen had her own problems. Discovering that it took the lives of innocent humans to create her and her brother Seventeen was a shock to her.

But this was even more of a shock.

Eighteen had the idea of destroying herself to end Dr. Gero's evil once and for all... but this changed her mind.

She felt like she had to do something.

She can't give blood... her "blood" is made up of proteins, but artificial. She wasn't American... she wasn't even a citizen from anywhere in the world.

But she knew what she had to do.

Location: The ruins of the World Trade Center, New York City

Rescue workers were busy sifting through the rubble... trying to find survivors. Hoping to have survivors.

One rescue worker who was manning a crane to lift wreckage then noticed something odd... a large piece of rubble rose up from the ground... then... tossed aside.

"... What the hell...?" He got out of the crane and rushed forward towards the disturbance, along with a couple of his co-workers.

What they found was a young woman with short blonde hair... Eighteen... wearing fashionable clothes dirtied from the dust and soot... lifting with ease a huge part of the rubble with a single hand, looking for survivors. She blinked, then glanced at the workers.

"... I think I see someone here," she said. "Don't just stand there gawking. Help me."

The workers looked at each other, then rushed to the area that Eighteen uncovered. Sure enough, they found two people... a man and a woman... both remarkably still alive. A fact that surprised Eighteen somewhat.

She realized that the human spirit... the will to live... was stronger than she thought.

As two of the workers carried the couple out, the third worker glanced at the huge part of the World Trade Center that was in her grasp, and at her.

"... How long can ya stay?" he asked.

"As long as you wish me to," Eighteen answered.

"... Thanks, you're one hell of a hero..." he said.

"... No. I..." Eighteen shook her head. "... All of you are more heroes than I."

The rescue worker nodded, smiling, and quickly went back to work as Eighteen tossed the huge rock aside.

Eighteen was right. She may had superhuman strength, supreme durability, and other powers far beyond human levels... but the normal humans, and the spirit that had... their strength and the determination to recover every single victim of this horrific devastation.

They were the real heroes.

And at that realization... Eighteen couldn't help but smile.

---

Our hopes and prayers go out to the many lives affected by this tragedy.

Godspeed.

--

It couldn't have possibly had worse timing...

Or from the terrorists' perspective, better timing.

Rik felstrom was on Medical leave, attempting to restore his host's fractured psyche, and as such, generally withdrew from the world, focusing inward.

He hadn't known what had happened until his neighbor frantically pounded on his door.

By then it was too late. The towers had already collapsed, and all four planes had crashed.... All things he could have prevented, if he had only known.

Damn.

Now was no time to wallow in regret, however.. now is a time of action...

Rik stode on to the scene, an aura of intensity around him... several of the on-duty officers gave him glances of recognition- His police efforts had given him some small ammount of fame among the Police force.

Suddenlyl a Sargent races up to him. "Detective Felstrom! Glad to see you here! We'd heard you were on medical leave..."

He nods. "I was. I felt this was more important... How are things going here?" He asked, as they walked along towards the still-smoldering devistation.

"Not too well, as to be expected... though things have been going a bit faster since an incredibly strong blond-haired woman showed up to help us.."

Rik blinked in surprise. "Eighteen?"

As he said that, the aforementioned Android- Only half-recognizable through the soot she was coated with. "Yeah?" She blinked as well. "Rik! Glad you're here..." Rik nods to her. "Keep up the good work, Eighteen, I'm gonna be trying to pinpoint the people burried in here..."

She nods. "Right..." She replies, going back yo her efforts of removing the debris and searching.

"Detective, if you're going to be scanning, check out this section over here, first." He motions to an area of rubble surrounded by heavy equipment. "We determined it was an area likelly to contain someone, but it'll be better if you check to make sure..."

Rik nods, levitating over to the debris, glowing brightlly as he scanned...

His eyes widen. "...There is someone- several someones, over there!" Before anyone can react, rik leaps over, grabbing debris, and with his Pisonic power, sshoving them aside, causing a flurry of dust... he waves it away, blinking at what he unveiled.

A smooth, red, slightlly ridged surface. "...It's a car. IT'S A CAR!" He called to the surrounding workers. "Eighteen! Over here!"

The Android responded almost immediately, as the other rescue workers did, diligentlly removing the debris, revealing the Fire vehicle... The windows smears with soot, making it impossible to see inside, Rik finally pries open the revealed door, apprehensive.

Five tired faces look back "Hey..." Says one fireman, pausing to cough. "What took you guys so long..?" Rik smirks back, reaching in with several others to help the firemen out.

As they were exposed to the world again, after days in the rubble, the crowd of police, emergency works, medic, firemen, and volunteer workers break out into a cheer, chanting "U S A! U S A!"

Rik smiled... but knew he wasn't finished... as the other workers lead the rescued fireman away, rik sighs. "Come on, 18, we've got allot mroe work to do..." the Android nodded mutually.

The last fireman paused a moment, lookign back at teh two. "Hey... Keep a spot for me, soon as I'm on my feet, I'm gonna come back here and out dig you two."

Rik smiles. "I'll hold you to that." the fireman chuckled.

"Eighteen?"

"Yeah, Rik?"

"He's a true hero... We should be honored to have helped him."

The two then go back to work...

--

We cut back to Megan and Hera...Megan seems to have her thoughts a bit more collected, and Hera hugs her gently, comfortingly. Hera sighs, then says, "However...a person right now doesn't even know about this yet...Nova would be part of the rescue effort right now, except that the treatment he's undergoing right now basically has him so out of it right now...he doesn't even know what's going on in his immediate vicinity...Angelina told me to give her condolences to everyone affected...she seemed even more somber than usual...

--

We open to a large laboratory...Angelina is dressed in her usual garb, with a labcoat draped over it.

"If only Nova could be helping right now..." she signs, as we can see Nova clearly unconscious in a capsule in the background.

She sighs, removing her glasses, "I've got to explain quite a bit when he comes to..."

She rubs her eyes, and puts the glasses back on. "I want everyone to know, that every American that knows of this feels the same pain that you do. We're willing to help as much as we can. I wish the best for the survivers, and the family and friends of those affected...and all of us..."

--

We open to a shot of Oseiko and Michael holding hands, their heads tilted down slightly, giving a sorrowful sigh. A few gestures to each other, and Michael clears his throat.

"This has been a hellish week, for all of us. Terrorist attacks on Tuesday in New York, and Washington, have effected so many...not just those directly involved, but friends and family. There are so many unaccounted for...so many missing. Thousands of families crossing their fingers...praying, and hoping that their loved ones were one of the lucky ones. I didn't know anyone there...but we all know the pain of losing a loved one. But...the anger is there...and we don't know where to place it. When it's disease, we can blame nature, but it doesn't trouble us as much. When it's a person responsible...we get furious. We want justice...we want revenge. We want everyone responsible to pay...to know just WHAT they've done. This is a whole nation trying to come to grips with their feelings. Other nations who weren't involved, are sympathizing. Although there are others...who actually...celebrate it." Michael says that last part with song obvious anger, squeezing his eyes shut.

Oseiko sighs deeply... closing her eyes as she tries to think about what to say. "... I..." Oseiko pauses... wiping some tears away. "... Gomen ne... I... I'm not a part of this... not really a part of the United States... I... suppose it would hurt me more... sting just a little bit more... because this has been labeled as another 'Pearl Harbor,' and... well, I'm Japanese..." Oseiko sighs. "...But... I... I would say that I am very... very upset with what's happened... I... I too wish to offer my condolances to everyone who's been affected... and... and I do hope that... whoever... whoever did this pays... as a warrior of honor... I can see nothing but dishonor in this cowardly act... and I hope they get what's coming to them..." Oseiko squeezes Michael's hand tightly.

Michael returns the gentle squeeze, "Well...that occured long before you were even born--probably before your parents were even born." Michael says, directing that Oseiko herself. "Although, technically, as of our marriage, you became a US citizen. But as it relates to that...I hope than our fellow citizens, and our leaders, don't become at all blinded. So they don't see things just by religion and race. That's what happened during World War II...and Japanese and Japanese Americans suffered for that, unjustly. We can't let ourselves become as evil or worse than our attackers this time..."

"Hai... hai..." Oseiko sighs softly. "... Still... I think right now... I'd like to start earlier than tomorrow and pray now..."

"Would you like to lead...me to...or to ourselves?" Michael asks her.

"... Go ahead..." Oseiko says, trying to keep her emotions in check.

"Alright," Michael agrees, bowing his head, and clutching her hand, "Our Lord...your heavenly son...Holy Spirit...we pray for the family and friends of the deceased...for the health of the survivors...for the wisdom of our leaders. We pray that those responsible will see the error of their ways. That no kind and just god would encourage this. We pray for this...and that you'd bless us, and see that justice is done. In your holy name, Amen."

Oseiko lowers her head as well during the prayer... though her own beliefs are somewhat different she still believes in a God... and as Michael hopes, that same God is watching over everyone on Earth right now.

--

We cut back to Megan, sighing sorrowfully, "Perhaps no one is better to speak on this than the current EAW Champion...to speak for our company...I think we all share her views..."

--

The scene focuses on EAW World Champion Blink... like everyone else in the world she looks pretty out of it... stunned and unbeliving of what's happened. But she manages to muster up enough resolve to look to the camera and speak.

"... I'm speechless..." Blink says. "Y'know... it... puts a lot into perspective... when something like this happens. The hatred that humans have towards mutants? Right now... more than ever, it's unwarranted. Everyone... human, mutant, furry... every single sentient being that's living on Earth is stunned by what's happened. I..." Blink sighs deeply as she wipes her tears from her face. "... Everyone's doing their part to try to help. Eighteen's out there right now digging for survivors... so is Rik. And me... I've helped too. I gave blood to the Red Cross... as much as I was able to. I'm hopeful that my blood'll be used to help save someone's life soon. And I don't think anyone's gonna complain that that blood came from a mutant."

Blink sighs deeply. "... I encourage everyone... not just in the EAW but EVERYONE all over the world to do your part to help... give blood, contributions, whatever... but most importantly, pray. And thank God that we have people out there whose courage never let go even under this situation. I..." she sighs. "... I.. peace to everyone... godspeed to the people who were affected..."

Blink shakes her head... covering her eyes as she lowers her head... freely letting her tears fall...

... Fade to black...

--

We cut back to Hera, "For those of us that never experienced anything like this in our lives...it's difficult. It's even worse, however, for the young ones. For the ones that have witnessed this happening to their country. Ones that lost a parent, or maybe even both. I may never have children of my own...but I hope that this strengthens them, instead of hurting them. That it didn't ruin their perception of other groups of people, based on the actions of a few..."

--

The scene open to reveal both Ariel Bridges, sitting on all fours in a chair. Behind her and standing is Kaye, and sitting on Kaye's shoulder is a white chitin-ed scorpion. Ariel looks up at her parents... sighs... and lowers her head. "... This isn't easy for me... I'm only nine years old... and... to have something like this happen around me... I... saw what was happening and I... just cried."

Kaye places her hand on her shoulder gently to help her.

"I cried and cried and... and I hugged my Mommy and Daddy and hoped they'd make things better... and... they did... they helped me... and... even though I'm still in shock... I... I'll be okay... because... my mommy and daddy are here for me. I'm just... so sad that... mommies and daddies in New York may be gone forever and... their children... are... are..." Ariel shivers... and lowers her head as she whimpers.

Kaye gently pats her shoulder. "This is how the evil act has affected children all over. Not just those who have lost their parents." She pats the scorpion. "...or loved ones. America, this is our moment. The moment we need to cast aside our petty fighting. We need to embrace each other and join the fight. The madman or men behind this must be utterly and totally punished. They deserve far worse than what we can give them. Which is why I'm glad they are going to Hell.... because I am sure Lucifer has somthing for them."

Ariel raises her head... tears still flowing, but from the look in her eyes, she's got the "spookiness."

"... Mourn we must... but we must know... we must realize... we must be strong... we will persevere." Ariel quickly snaps out of it... then lowers her head once more with a sob.

Kaye nods, as if to say that Ariel said it all and she as well lowers her head.
--

"Spazz isn't even a member of the EAW...but since he was convenient...and had a lot on his mind, we gave him a chance to express his thoughts..." Megan says.

--

The scene opens to show Spazz standing out in the street. The soot-covered streets of downtown Manhatten. He's already pretty damn dirty, and it shows: his hair, back to its normal black, is grimy, and so is his face. For once, he looks nowhere near as cocky and pissed-off as he normally does.

"... hey. Spazz here. First and foremost, lemme get this off my chest: I don't expect any of you to care about what I hafta say or why I'm even here... but at least hear me out. Y'see, I was raised in Albany... but my heart's here. Family's here. Friends are here. And there's a shitload of work that needs to be done here..."

He pauses, then exhales. "Once this is done, and the faceless bitches who didn't have the balls to own up to this get theirs, it's back to business as usual. I will be back and I will be kicking people's asses because I can... right now..."

He looks back. "Right now, I gotta go volunteer." With that he jogs towards the rescue effort. "Hey! Wait up!"

"Megan...it's difficult to have jobs like we do...often we have to pretend to be people we really aren't..."

Megan nods, "Well, maybe some of us do...but all of us put a bit of ourselves into what we do. It's really hard to see someone that you're used to booing pour out their heart...just remember, let them do their jobs...forget this except in the back of your mind..in a corner of your heart..when you see him out there, doing his job..."

--

The scene opens to J.C. Stone... dressed in a white T-shirt, black jeans, a leather jacket and sunglasses, the Detroit native raises his head, looking to the camera.

"... Well, they offered to me to say something, so I will..." he says. "But I'm not gonna speak as J.C. Stone, the genetic racist. I'm speaking as Jeremy Callstone, just a man like every other man who got shocked right outta his mind after what he saw this week."

J.C.... no, Jeremy sighs deeply. "... Y'know, the first thing that shot into my mind when I saw those planes collide... I thought about my fianceé Neijessa... she's livin' in New York, pretty close to the Towers... I... I guess I shouldn't have worried. She's a tough girl... should be tough, her parents... they're tough cookies. Always have been. She managed to get a call through to let me know she was okay... and I thanked God she was."

Jeremy shakes his head. "... Now I gotta worry about the people whose lives were changed drastically... or ended... y'know... y'know what really makes me mad? It makes me mad that the bastards who did this are still runnin' around. I say we find them, string 'em up by their neck and let it be done, that's my views! I'm welcome to 'em! J.C. Stone? He'd probably find some way to peg this crap on some superhuman like Eighteen or Blink or whoever, but I'm not gonna do that. That's not good taste... just like it's not good taste on what I see overseas... people there celebrating over what's happened? That's bulls*bleep!*t. Pure bulls*bleep!*t.

"But I'm not gonna let this bug me..." Jeremy says. "Gokuo, if you're seein' this and I know you are, sign me up for the first match for Mayhem. Because I feel like goin' out into the ring and havin' a little fun and blowin' off a little steam. I may be in character, I might not be. But one thing is for sure, I'm gonna do what President Bush told all us Americans to do. Don't let this stop us. And I'm sure as hell NOT gonna let this stop me. I don't go down that easy, and neither does America. I hope the *bleep!*holes realize this when we come bustin' down their door and makin' them pay."

Fade to black.

"One of my superiors...and his lovely wife...had this so say...

--

Open up to the co-commisioners of the EAW, Shaed Bloodgrave & Morrigan Aensland Bloodgrave. Both are holding each others hands as they look to one another... and Shaed is the first to speak.

"... Words... cannot fully express what has happened," Shaed says. "... I've borne witness to a good many disasters in my lifetime... the Hindenburg... the Titanic, the bombing of Pearl Harbor, the destruction of Hiroshima, the Holocaust... I myself have endured the Titanic and Hiroshima personally. Now... I am deeply saddened to say that I... that WE have been a witness to the first great tragedy of the new millennium." Shaed sighs. "... It won't be the last. A thousand years is a long time, even to me. This world will bear witness to more disasters. More tragedies. But as a one world nation it will not break us, it SHALL not break us. And this... act of barbarism shall not break us. We will endure. We will be stronger. And when the time comes, we will fight. For freedom, for right, for the lost. And while the One Above All may forgive the people who caused this... we shall not."

Morrigan smiles at Shaed... then sighs deeply as she begins to speak.

"... As a goddess... as one who has been one with Kami-Sama... I know people are asking why would God allow this tragedy tae happen. 'Tis nae a mystery. Sometimes the Deceiver himself, Lucifer Morningstar, gets one by the Almighty... and as a result... something like this happens tae good people... and 'tis a great, great tragedy tae see this happen. But ye should know... that those who have lost their lives... they're in a better place now. They're in Heaven now, with our Lord. The strength and courage of those who're determined enough tae save those who are still alive. They're ensured a place alongside Kami-Sama. And the people who have committed this heinous act... ye shouldnae worry... I have it on personal authority that they are where they belong." Morrigan smiles almost darkly. "... Aye... mae old stomping grounds themselves. Hope it's nae hot enough, laddies."

Fade to black.

--

Hera introduces the next segment, "For some of us...this matter has put things into perspective. We've all got problems to deal with...some rougher than others...but I can scarely think of anyone going through worse than what the victims went through during this..."

--

The scene opens up to Kane. Wearing normal street clothes and his all-black leather mask the Big Red Machine has his arms crossed... head bowed and eyes closed... as if trying to find something meaningful to say. Finally he raises his head, mismatched eyes looking to the camera.

"... I've had a pretty miserable life up until recently..." he says. "... But after what happened this week... it makes the hell I went through look like a picnic. I'm not a prayin' man... but that changes for now... I'm prayin' for everyone who had their lives screwed up by this. And I hope the men who committed this act burn in Hell for this. No one should have endured this. No one."

Fade to black.

--

"In the WWF, his counterpart is beloved...a patriot through and through...well, so is he. He's just not quite as beloved...the PWF's and EAW's Kirk Angel had much to say.." Megan says.

--

Kirk Angel stands in a field...an American flag in his hand as he walks towards the middle. He goes on his knee and places the flag in the ground. A few tears fall from his cheeks as he kneels there. He then gets up, wiping his eyes, and turns to the camera.

"There are times in one's life...when it's hard to represent the land you love. This past Tuesday was one of those days. I am...at a loss for words right now. How could someone be so twisted to not give a damn for all the lives that have been lost? It sickens me to think that there are people that twisted in the world."

"But we need to be strong in these times...not only Americans, but people around the world. We need to find the people who did this...and like President Bush said..."Punish" them. And for the lives lost, we must give a prayer to their families...for they need it in times like these..."

"Tonight, tears were shed for the people in this country...the land that I love. Let's make sure that we find a way so these tears don't need to be shed like this again..."

--

Hera and Megan are holding hands, whispering to each other. Hera speaks softly, "Well, it's obvious that this tragedy had a way of bringing us all together...even those of us you wouldn't expect....with this, we bid you a good night...and thank you for watching. And we hope you don't forget...bless you all..."

Time: 6:42 PM

We face in to the sight of an American flag...not flying at the top of the pole, but halfway...lowered as a sign of mourning. Simultaneously a symbol of grieving, respect, patriotism, and hope.

In front of it, on a closely-trimmed lawn, two figures.

One, an American--Hunter Hearst Helmsley of the EAW...who calls Greenwich, Connecticut his home. To his right...Lance Storm, of Calgary...Alberta, Canada.

The two athletes had held their differences, but something brought them together. Something terrible. And, this was a sign of unity, showing the World that whatever they try to do to the United States, they won't fall. And, it also shows that if the United States ever needed another country for help.. they had an ally in Canada.

Hunter didn't at all like Lance...in fact, he'd made it his business to make his life a living hell. He'd rarely if ever gotten along with a Canadian in this business. But the two countries themselves have similiar values--with Canada leaning just a bit more towards a welfare state.

"I guess we all get what the deserve in the end...this'll take time...but the bastards who dared plot this...plan this...and enjoyed watching it come to fruition are gonna see karma come bite them right in the ass. The motherfuckers who hijacked those planes expected a one way trip to see Allah...now they must be shocked to be burning in whatever they think hell is called. Lance...I don't like you at all, personally...but I can live with you around. We beat the hell out of each other, but we aren't trying to kill each other. We solve our problems like men...not like cowards."

"My feelings are mutual, Hunter. When I see this country, I see great things. Although, I might pick on it now and then, this country is great. And, I love wrestling in it, each and every time I have the chance. Although, some my consider me a coward for some of the attacks on RT&C, I resist that. What those fuckers did on Tuesday was... it just makes me speechless. I'm angry and I don't even live here! I hope whoever did this is found... and brought to their fucking knees."

"Well, what makes it worse is that there is no way at all to make one man suffer the same amount of suffering the USA has suffered this week. You can't make one man suffer tens of thousands of deaths. You can't torture him enough to even the score. Execution is just too good of a fate for someone responsible for this. People say kill 'em all and let whoever does it sort 'em all out. That wouldn't be good enough. That'd make us no better, plus he doesn't give a shit about anyone but himself, so it wouldn't matter. Saddam is on OUR side in this...so that gives you an idea of just what kind of a matter this is."

"I love this country like everything.. even though I'm from Canada. You couldn't ask for anything better from this country... and I wish that the family and friends of the people who have to go through this make it through these tough times... and unite together no matter what the differences."

Lance holds out a hand to Hunter.

Hunter's brow drops as Lance makes the offer...he slowly begins to stretch his hand out...and winces as he touches it, but still...does it.

Lance begins to lightly shake Hunter's head... in remembrance and for unity.