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Episode 2-01
Posted: September 25, 2000

Tom Residence

“You’re pregnant?” Kassie Tom gasped, looking at her mother, Darla, with only a shocked expression. “Is this true?”

Robert Carlyle shrugged away sheepishly, looking incredibly guilty.

Darla nodded. Her face flushed up, and she turned away from her daughter. “I should have told you…”

“When did this happen?” Kassie asked, only wanted a few answers to make her lightheadedness decrease.

Darla motioned for Robert to move away from the door, and he did so. “I… I am about 7 months along.” She paused, and pointed to her stomach. “Was I ever this large?”

Kassie clasped her forehead. “You’ve only been carrying suitcases today, or sitting down… I just didn’t pay attention. And even so, the thought would have never crossed my mind.” She moved closer to her mother. “It’s Drew’s?”

Darla froze. It was Robert’s. “Yes, it is. We… we made love right before her left for… Europe.”

Kassie scratched her head. “I… well… this is a surprise. I’m pretty much speechless…”

“Don’t be,” Darla insisted. “I was worried about how you would react. That’s all. And you’ve been so busy. I didn’t want to burden you.”

Kassie rushed up to her mother, and put her arm around her. “Of course I would want to talk to you. I don’t want you ever to feel like that again, do you hear me? I’m here for you.”

Darla smiled and wiped a small tear from her eye. “I know you are, sweetie…” They hug.

“Do you mind if I tell Patrick?” Kassie asked. “He’ll need to know he now has one more person to protect.” She smiled to her mother.

“Sure,” Darla responded, “but I have got to go downstairs now. I’m feeling a little hungry!”

Kassie laughed. “Sure. I’ll set up the room for Patrick.”

Darla left the room feeling much better. Her daughter had accepted that she was pregnant, and everything was going smoothly. She entered the kitchen and saw Robert at the fridge.

“Sorry about that,” Robert said sheepishly. “What did you say?”

“The truth?!”

“Well, that I was pregnant. She believes it is Drew’s.” Darla opened the fridge. “I’m starving.”

“You keep eating,” Robert agreed. “We want this baby healthy.”

“We sure do,” Darla responded, grabbing a yogurt cup.

Robert approached Darla. “So, how is my little son doing so far?”

“Don’t call him that. It –”

“Son?!” came Kassie’s voice came from the doorway. She stood with an equally confused Patrick. “I don’t believe it! Is there something you two want to tell us…?”


Consuelos Residence

“You evil bitch!” Dean Consuelos cried out.

“Now, now, now…” Skye Lore flashed Dean an evil grin. “We don’t want to go upsetting anybody, do we?”

“I ought to…” Dean stopped in shock, and backed away from Skye. “Jesus! You’re evil!”

Skye’s eye glowed bright red, her smile ever present on her face. It was obvious that she had some powers. But, to Dean’s horror, he realized that she had much more than just a power. Something was living inside her.

Something of evil he couldn’t fathom.

“I… I…” Dean stuttered.

“Out with it!” Skye shouted.

“All I have to say is that this explains a lot. The whole evil thing… it’s fitting.”

Skye looked at him as if he was an idiot. “You think you’re such a wise-ass, don’t you. I can’t wait till you’re whistling another tune…”

Mateo Consuelos came into the doorway from the kitchen. “Are you alright, Skye? I could hear you across the house.”

“I’m fine,” Skye responded innocently.

“Dean?” Mateo countered.

“Nothing. We just a little expressive in our conversation.” Dean smiled back, and Mateo slowly moved back into the kitchen area.

“Outside… now!” Dean declared, dragging Skye outside.


Meanwhile, next door…
Outside Huber Residence

Brianna Huber decided that Presence has officially drained out of ideas to write about. She had just finished sucking the last drop out of Vivian Torres’s murder. That was a stroke of luck.

“And Presence has become so dull…” Brianna sighed, walking across her lawn. “I can’t stand it. Maybe I can move to San Francisco.”

She could hear her neighbors argue. It had been like this for a while.

“At first is was only Mateo, but now there are two others? The one looks like he could be a brother, but the woman is something else. A girlfriend, maybe?” Brianna questioned herself aloud. “Maybe if I was writing a soap that would work, but –”

“…and now I’m going to jail because of you! You are selfish. What are you getting out of this anyways? I killed a man, and now it’s as if you’ve hated me all your life…”

“Hello…” Brianna cooed, listening to Mateo’s brother speak. She quickly moved behind a large group of evergreen shrubs in her yard. She strained to hear.

“…and I’m going to be damned if you are going to get me caught!”

Bingo! Brianna thought excitedly. This is getting interesting…


Evans Residence

He’s mine, Gillian Evans thought to herself. And after the way you treated dad, you don’t deserve him.

While her mother, Addy, was watching, she quickly grabbed Giovanni Pike’s head and pulled him into a deep kiss.

After a few seconds of passionate kissing, Giovanni pushed himself away. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met. You have this fire inside you. And you deserve a man.”

Gillian was breathing deeply, and ha forgotten that he mother way still watching. “Yes…”

“And if you want me from Addy, all you need to do is ask.” He flashed her a smile. He leaned down to give her a kiss, and she leans forward as well. Gillian quickly turns her head and he kisses her on the cheek.

“Not too fast,” she cooed. “That was just a taste…”

Watching from the side window, Addy was furious at the sight. How could her own daughter steal her widowed mother’s boyfriend?

She rushed to the kitchen, and pressed herself against the wall.

“I may be older than you…” Addy spoke, thinking. “But I know a Hell of a lot more about love than you. And I know how to break it…”


Presence Local Precinct

Bo Torres, in lock-up, was thinking long and hard about why he was in jail. He had plenty of time to think, since the police seemed occupied with finding Adam King. He had escaped from right under their noses. He hoped he hadn’t gone after his daughter again.

“Me, kill Vivian?” he thought. “Never.”

He thought back to before he was so rudely arrested.

He and his son, Wyle, had just met up on Main Road. They had decided together to surprise Vivian. They both met in a bus stop.

“Do you think I need to change before I see Vivian?” Bo asked, placing his tote bag down. “I think all the walking I’ve been doing has gotten to me.”

Wyle shrugged.

Bo reached into his bag, and pulled out a fresh shirt. He remembered examining it carefully. He remembered it very clearly.

“There was no blood on my shirt!” he exclaimed. “Then how did it get there…?”


Torres Residence

 Adam King did stab you, so I’d think he’d be the last person you’d trust right now. You’re playing right into his hands.” Wyle Torres paused, and looked down the basement stairs. “Maybe he has some secret vendetta against our family.”

Iris Torres shook her head, but was unsure.

Was her father the killer of her mother? Was the man tied up downstairs in her basement the killer? Or was it someone else?

“I am not very sure if Bo, our father, is the killer, but I do know Adam happening to see the killer and giving a very vague description is odd.” Wyle moved back into the kitchen.

“So… Adam did it?” Iris questioned, following her brother.

“He has been convicted of stabbing you… he would be my first guess, but…”

“But…?”

“But dad isn’t in a good spot right now. He was found at the scene with blood on his shirt. Blood. And he knew exactly where mom was before she was killed.”

“But they were happily married, right?” Iris asked innocently.

“Hell, no!” Wyle blurted. “They have been arguing for the longest time. They never go along, anyways. Sometimes, when you were off at University, I would almost think dad would kill her.”

Iris nodded, feeling sympathetic towards her little brother. He was a man now, but remembered his parents fighting seems to upset him. “It is sad what our family has become, isn’t it?”

Wyle nodded. He was four years younger than her, but he looked so much older.

Iris couldn’t help but wonder what he had been doing all the years after she left home. “I know this is off-topic, but what have you been up to since I left. We haven’t spoken since I was eighteen. It has been almost ten years.”

“I managed to graduate from high school,” he announced, “…barely. I applied to Nappa Business College, and took a few courses on entrepreneurial skills. You know, my own business.”

Iris smiled. “You still don’t like having a boss… some things never change.” She reflected back to her childhood. “Even when you got into grade 1, the teacher told mom and dad you insisted on the books the teacher should read, and threw a fit if people were ignoring you.”

Wyle smiled back. “Yeah, I guess that’s true. But I really all I ever wanted to do was get out of that house. I couldn’t take it.”

“The fights…”

“And it is your fault. If there was blame to be place, it is squarely on you.”

“Now Wyle, you know I never…”

“Whose fault is it, then? How could mom and dad have dealt with the loss of a daughter?”

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Episode 2-02

  • Iris and Gillian meet up. What secrets will each party reveal? Addy gets her delivery.
  • Wyle has a rendezvous with Adam.
  • Dean and Skye argue. Brianna gets a big scoop. Will Mateo overhear?
  • Patrick shares his concerns regarding the pregnancy with Kassie. How will Darla feel?
  • Julian and Constance get contact with their son, John.