Sam walked in the front door of her home. The place smelled like alcohol, which didn't surprise her. She tried to be as quiet as possible as she made her way to the room she shared with her little sisters.

Her 7 year old sister, Molly, was huddled up on her bed. Sam came over and sat next to her.

"Did you miss school again?" the little girl nodded. "Why?"

"Daddy said he didn't have time to take me." She curled into her big sister. "Why is he so mean?"

"I don't know, Mol. Where's Krissy?" Molly shrugged. Sam tried to think of all the places that an 11 year old girl could be.

"Hi Sam." Kristina came into the room, the baby tucked in her arms. "Here." She passed the girl a bottle.

"Hey little girl." Sam said to the baby. "What's going on with you today?" they could hear the front door slammed and each of them jumped. Sam already knew what to expect though. "Get in the closet." She commanded.

Kristina and Molly knew not to disobey her. The closet was somewhat large and could easily fit the four of them. They got inside and hid under the clothes hanging down, putting Molly and the baby the farthest away from the door. Sam locked the door and then sat down.

"Molly?" they heard Ric call out. "Molly, where are you?" their bedroom door opened and they could hear his footsteps. "Molly Ann, you better get out here right now!"

Sam put a finger to her lips to show her little sisters that they needed to stay quiet. She prayed that he would just leave, thinking Molly wasn't in the room. Unfortunately, her prayers were not answered.

Ric tried the closet door and knew they were in there when it was locked. "Oh Molly, open up the door for Daddy!" after a few more attempts of getting them to open the door, he just busted down. "Awww, look at this! All of Daddy's girls!"

He was clearly drunk, which was when he was the worst. Sam moved to protect her little sisters. Ric easily lifted her off of them, slamming her into the wall. Next, he grabbed Kristina, yanking her up by the arm and pushing her to the side roughly. He picked Molly up, trying to carry her out of the room. Ric didn't notice the baby, who Molly had covered up with a jacket.

"Get off of her, Ric!" Sam shouted, going at him with her fists flying. Molly was screaming because of how tightly he was holding her. Kristina grabbed the baby and ran from the closet unnoticed, running out the front door.

Ric dropped Molly and went after Sam instead.

Kristina ran as fast as she could, praying that he wouldn't see her. She knew she had to get herself and the baby somewhere safe. She couldn't help but think of what her sisters were going through right now. She crashed into a large, muscular man that was probably around Sam's age.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked.

"I…I need help." She told him, deciding that he looked trustworthy.

"Okay. My name's Jason Morgan."

"I'm Kristina Lansing. My dad…he drinks a lot and then gets really mean. He's at home hurting my sisters Sam and Molly. You have to help them."

"Is this baby your sister too?" Kristina nodded her head hesitantly. Jason looked around, realizing they were right outside of the familiar diner. "I want you to go inside Kelly's and look for Emily. She's my little sister and I know she'll help you. Now where do you live?" she gave him directions. "It's going to be alright, Kristina."

She hoped he was right as she entered the diner. She didn't know what she should be looking for. "Emily?" the 11 year old called out. A beautiful girl with brown hair looked up. Kristina went over to her. "Are you Jason Morgan's sister?"

"Yes I am. Do I know you?"

"No. My name's Kristina Lansing. Jason told me to find you." She explained everything to Emily.

"Let's get you out of here." She didn't want to risk Ric somehow escaping and coming after Kristina and the baby in her arms. "We can go to my apartment. Come on." They walked out of Kelly's.

Jason saw that the door was wide open. There were no cars in the driveway, so he was assuming the man had left. He went inside and heard someone moaning. He pushed open a door and saw a small little girl lying on the ground, clearly beaten up. He ran to her side.

"It's okay. I'm going to get you help." He pulled out his phone and dialed 911. Normally, he and Sonny didn't like to involve the cops, but this was a situation that needed them. "I'm Jason. Can you tell me your name?"

"M…Molly." She muttered.

"I called the police, Molly. They're going to send an ambulance. Is your sister still here?"

"She…she's in there." She weakly pointed towards the closet.

"I need you to keep your eyes open for me, okay? Don't go to sleep, no matter how much you want to." He jumped up and ran for the closet. The girl that was lying on the ground in front of him was all too familiar.

It was his Sam. The one that he had fallen in love with in one class period. He immediately felt sick to his stomach. Jason dropped to his knees, feeling for a pulse.

"Sam. Sam, can you hear me? It's me, Jason. I just need you to wake up, okay? Wake up!"

He could hear the sirens just as he felt a weak pulse in her neck. Soon, paramedics were swarming the house, collecting both Sam and Molly. Jason watched the ambulances drive away.

Robin woke up coughing, seeing the building had collapsed. She could feel Leora's little body beneath her and was glad to see her little sister was still alive.

"Maxie?" she called out. "Georgie? Aidan?" she caught a glimpse of dark hair and crawled that way. "Aidan!" but he was already gone. "No!"

"Rob…Robin?" she went towards the voice.

"Maxie! It's going to be okay." She pulled her cousin out of the wreckage.

"Is everyone okay?"

"Aidan's dead. I only found you and Leora so far. That leaves Renee, Frisco, Felicia, and Georgie."

"What if they're gone?" the blonde practically whispered. They could hear crackling. "Oh no."

"The rest of the building is going to go!" she called out. Robin lifted up Leora and she and Maxie ran as fast as they could.