On February twenty-second, at one-thirty in the morning, Alessia Berzatto's phone went to voicemail.

Her feet padded quietly against the carpeted floor of her girlfriend's bedroom, as she made her way back into their bed.

The light of her phone screen illuminated the room from the bedside table, as a voicemail notification appeared on the screen.

Alessia's eyebrows tugged together, as she swiped her phone open to listen to the voicemail.

'Fuck, Less. Why didn't you answer the phone..."

As the voicemail went on, it became clear to Alessia that this was really fucking serious. She didn't even finish it before she was calling him.

She threw back the covers and began pacing the room, "Come on, answer me." Alessia muttered under her breath.

By the fourth call a long strand of curse words escaped her lips and Julia, her girlfriend, was awoken by the panicked girl.

"Alessia?" Julia murmured quietly, switching on the lamp, "What's going on?"

The blonde grabbed her jacket that was discarded on a nearby chair, "Mikey's in trouble...I don't know where he is Jules—and he's not fucking answering the phone."

Julia could hear her panicked breaths, growing a bit more rapid. She stood up from the bed, and walked over to Alessia.

"Hey," she gently held her girlfriend's hands, "We'll find him, okay?"

Julia's brown eyes stayed locked onto her blue ones, trying to keep her grounded.

"I don't even know where to start, Jules—" she shook her head, hands trembling, "I have a really bad feeling about this."

Julia shook her head, gently pulling her in for a hug, "I'm sure he's okay, Alessia. It's going to be fine."

Alessia could not help but imagine the worst, as the two got in the car to go find her brother. She still continued to call him...and nothing.

Not even twenty minutes later, Alessia's phone finally rang out. It wasn't Mikey that called her though.

"Is this Alessia Berzatto?"

The woman's heart sank, and her girlfriend glanced at her from the driver's seat, "Is that him, is he ok?"

Alessia swallowed, "Uh, yeah—yes, that's me."

"I'm so sorry."

A sharp ringing filled Alessia's ears, as the woman on the other end of the phone continued. Her heart-rate skyrocketed, as she clutched onto the collar of her shirt.

"I—I understand." Alessia ended the call, and Julia pulled over.

"What's going on?" She asked softly, "Talk to me, Baby."

Alessia lips quivered, "Mikey's—he's dead."

She tapped her fingers against each other, counting them in attempts to slow her racing mind.

Dead, gone.

Dead.

Dead.

"Oh god— I have to call Carm—"

Julia shook her head, "Alessia, you gotta take a second and try to breathe with me, ok?"

The woman knew how to read Alessia, and she knew that if she continued down this route she'd go into full on panic mode.

The Berzatto woman shook her head, "Let me out of the car."

Alessia's voice was stern, the only thing giving her away was the trembling of her hands.

Julia looked at her confused, and gently reached for Alessia's hand. The woman snapped away from her touch.

"Let me out of the fucking car!" Alessia shouted.

"Baby, I really don't think—"

Julia tried to talk even an inkling of sense into the other woman, but she never took that well. Especially, in situations where the tension was high.

Alessia took a breath, attempting not to yell at the woman a second time.

"Please, just unlock the fucking door."

Julia opened her mouth to reply, but instead a satisfying click filled the air and Alessia's door flew open seconds later.

She walked about five feet away from the car and sat down on the icy curb. Placing her head in her hands for a few moments, before she looked at her phone.

Alessia sharply exhaled, she could see her breath in the cold nighttime air. Her thumb hovered over Carmy's name.

"Fuck," she muttered, shaking her head, her eyes glistening under the street lights.

Her thumb came into contact with the screen, and she lifted the phone to her ear. The dial tone only went off twice before Carmy's concerned voice filled her ears.

"Mae? Are you okay?"

The man knew something was wrong, his sister never called him this late unless something was wrong.

A sharp breath escaped Alessia's lips, "Um— no, not really. It's uh— Carm, it's Mikey."

There was a pause on the other end of the line.

"What about Mikey?" Carmy's voice came out quiet.

Alessia swallowed, was he really going to make her say it?

"I—he's," the woman paused, "Mikey's dead."

More silence followed that statement, Alessia knew her brother was panicked, she really wished she was there.

"Carmy?"

"Uh—yeah, I heard you." He coughed, another silent pause followed, "Are you ok, Mae?"

Carmen's voice was nearly a whisper. That set her off, tears poured down her face, "No, I'm not, Carm. You?"

A sharp sigh fell to her ears, "Um, not really."

A not quite comfortable silence fell between them. Alessia coughed, the cold hitting her throat as she sucked in a deep breath.

"He called me, Carm." Alessia whispered.

"What do you mean?" Carmen asked, his voice still quiet.

Alessia sighed, wrapping her free arm around her torso, "Right before— he called me. And I was in the bathroom and I missed it. And—and— he wanted my help Carm. He—said I was the only one who understood."

"Oh, Mae—" Carmen sighed, "It's not—you couldn't have done anything."

Alessia cleared her throat, "Yeah—yeah I know."

"Are you," Carmy cleared his throat, "You're not alone are you?"

Alessia shook her head, seconds later she remembered he wasn't with her, "Uh no—I'm with Jules— I kinda snapped at her though. You're not alone either I hope?"

Carmen didn't answer right away, and that was answer enough.

"Um no, I'm not. I'll be okay." He forced a reassuring tone into his words. Alessia appreciated that he tried to make her feel better.

Even if his words were not entirely true.

"Good," Alessia noted, "I um— we'll talk tomorrow, ok? I love you, Carm."

"Yeah, I, yeah. Tomorrow." He responded his voice broken up.

"Seriously though," Alessia spoke, "please call me tomorrow."

"I will," Carmen promised.