“They're gone. Both of them are gone.”

	The words were simple, direct, to the point and spoken with what little control Ryan had on his emotions at this exact moment.  Ryan was on the verge of collapse, Matt knew it and could see the collapse coming.  He closed the distance between them, and the moment Ryan's legs gave out, he was there to catch him, to keep him from falling down the steps and possibly injuring himself or worse.  There had been enough death in this house for one night.

	Somehow, Matt managed to get Ryan back to his room and with minimal struggle got the unconscious Ryan changed and into the bed.  Matt considered leaving, but something in him screamed that he shouldn't leave Ryan alone right now, and honestly he didn't want to.  He didn't want to leave his best friend alone in his grief, even though sleep had claimed him.