"I assure you I have no idea what you're talking about," The gray suited man said. He turned silently and left the room.

Meanwhile, across the town, a woman was sitting on the edge of her bathtub, crying into her hands. A man sat next to her, arm wrapped around her.

"We'll get through this, Barb. We have plenty of time to try again," He said softly, trying to comfort his wife. She sniffed and wiped her eyes on her hand.

"I don't think I can, Adam," She croaked, her voice rough from crying.
 "I don't think I can stand to lose another one!" She buried her face again, her shoulders shaking with each sob.