Tom Residence

Darla Tom looked at Robert Carlyle, and then to an ever-approaching Patrick Donavon. She pushed her hair back with her fingers as she was tormenting herself with the decision.

Patrick footsteps got louder.

“Well?” came Robert.

Darla had to decide. She needed to decide right away…!

Patrick noticed that both Darla and Robert seemed a little antsy that morning. They were whispering to each other. “I know you two are hiding something,” he said under his breath. “And Kassie’s going to believe me when I convince her.”

The act needed to begin: Robert approached Darla, “Was is that you said?” He was pushing her to start her act. “How could you bring THAT up?”

Patrick leaned against the hallway wall, listening in to their conversation.

“I…” Darla began. “I stand by what I said.”

“Regarding how you got pregnant?” Robert said.

Patrick’s eye widened.

“Yes…” Darla breathed deeply. “I would have never gotten pregnant by Drew if…”

“If…?” Robert emphasized.

“…if he had had a vasectomy, like you did!”

Patrick’s heart fell down as he heard Darla speak. He continued to listen.

“It’s not that I don’t want this child, it’s that I wish me and Drew had been more careful…”

With this, Patrick turned back around. He was wrong? With this information, there was no way Robert or anyone else could be the father.

As soon as Robert heard Patrick head upstairs, he turned to Darla. “I think he bought it.”

Evans Residence

Giovanni Pike shook his head. “Addy can’t do for me what you do for me. When you’re around, I can’t help but want you. I need to hold you. Touch you. I don’t care how your mother sees you; you’re very passionate. Passionate in what you want, as well as with who you are.” He approached her closer, “And I know why you really wanted to be here.”

Gillian Evans was breathing deeply. “No… I didn’t want that…” her voice quivered, really unsure of what she wanted.

Giovanni came forward. As he did, the towel around his waist accidentally fell to the floor.

A glass of water tumbling to the floor from Gillian hand was the only sound to be heard.

Gillian just stared. She quickly shook her head. “C… could you put something on, please?” She turned around and crossed her arms around her chest.

Giovanni nodded. He went down to pick up the towel, and Gillian turned around. “You’re peeking…” he said, looking up.

“No!” she said, turning quickly.

Giovanni smiled. “I’ll forget that little peek if you come have lunch with me at the Beach Hut.”

Gillian nodded, knowing very well not to turn around.

Presence Memorial Hospital

Ian Huber was upset. He looked over his list of staff over the past year, and how many they had lost. It was getting to be a little too much.

“Nurse Betty?” Ian called over, over viewing his charts. “Do you remember a Jake Geary?”

Betty left the desk and came to the Chief of Staff. “Jake… Jake… Ah, yes. He left at the beginning of the summer. Good man.”

Ian nodded. “He was a very good worker from these sheets. Any chance we could get him back. He’s a man we’d need right now.”

Nurse Betty shook her head. “He has moved to Angel Height. In New York.” Betty whispered, “And I think he left his fiancée here, too.”

Ian was surprised. “That’s too bad.”

He left to his office, strangely comforted by the fact he wasn’t the only one with problems.

Consuelos Residence

 “I don’t care,” Skye Lore said. “That spineless bitch, Brianna, is going to wish she never messed with me.”

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it,” Mateo Consuelos chimed. “Hopefully it’s the angel of death. This house needs some good company.”

Skye smiled, but did not laugh. She remained fixated on destroying the slug of a journalist, Brianna Huber.

“…Hello…”

Skye could hear a faint voice from across the house. The visitor’s. And Skye had the strangest feeling. She got up, turned down into the living room from the kitchen, and saw her.

“You!” Skye screamed, rushing to the door. “Were did you get the right to that information?”

Brianna smiled. “I have my sources…”

Mateo broke in and engaged Brianna in some civilized conversation. “So, had you heard any news on my brother…”

Skye, meanwhile, was furious. This little bitch was going to try and reveal and publish secrets that she wanted to remain hidden. She had powers to destroy her, and now was the time to use them.

“…I haven’t heard anything yet…” Brianna went on.

One… two… three… Skye counted in her head. She built up as much energy from inside her as she could. And she unleashed it…

“…but the boss told me that I…” Brianna went on some more.

Nothing. Her powers were dead in their tracks, and Brianna’s annoying voice filled her head. Skye felt like picking her up and slapping her. But it wouldn’t end in death, and that angered her.

She no longer had powers. She was weak.

“…so I’ll let you know any information as soon as I get it.” Brianna looked at Skye. “I am very much interested in Dean’s situation.

Skye smiled back. “It’s Halloween, so maybe your mother – who is obviously a dog – will \ crawl out from her cave and help you write tomorrow’s column.” Skye paused a moment. “Come to think of it, you came publish what I just said. Dog and all. It is no different than the tripe you published today.”

Brianna tisk-tisked. “I will get to the bottom of this.”

Yeah, the bottom of a pool – dead, Skye thought.

“Well… I have to go. It’s been nice meeting the faces behind the story.” Brianna flashed a smile and left.

Mateo turned around. “Nice woman. A little nosey, but harmless enough.” Mateo looked up to Skye. “Don’t you think so?”

Skye said nothing. All she knew was that she had used too much power – and that she needed more. Before the “real” Skye surfaced.

Beach Hut

Gillian entered the familiar doors into the familiar restaurant. She couldn’t believe that Giovanni had invited her to eat where she worked almost everyday.

Gillian moved up to the bar area. She immediately noticed Brooke Wright. “Brooke. How are things?”

Brooke moved to her supervisor. “Things are pretty good.” She noticed Giovanni. “You haven’t told me about him before.”

Gillian smiled as he sat down beside her. “This is Giovanni Pike. Gio, meet Brooke. She is my undying co-worker.”

Brooke stared at the dark man. “You look very familiar.”

He smiled. “Maybe Gillian here slipped in a few words about me here and there.”

Brooke shook her head, and picked up a few drinks. “No. You’ve been a TV before, right?”

“Nope,” Giovanni said, turning to Gillian. “Maybe it’s my twin…” She didn’t laugh. “I’m kidding.”

Brooke left, and Giovanni leaned over to Gillian. “Do I resemble anyone on TV to you?”

Gillian leaned over to him. “No… and I wouldn’t want anyone else to look at you…”

Brooke gave other customers their beverages, and turned back to look at Giovanni. She could help but recognize him from somewhere.

But where?

Torres Residence

Wyle Torres picked up the knife from the counted. “Adam will never harm my sister. Not if I can help it…”

Iris Torres stopped eating. She could hear a faint sound from the basement. “Can you hear that?” she asked. “God, it sounds like Adam is snarling!”

Iris got up and moved down into the basement.

In the kitchen, Wyle picked up the knife. “This could get dangerous, and I won’t let Adam hurt my sister.” He quietly moved across the kitchen, and moved down into the basement.

“Adam?” Iris called out as Wyle reached the bottom. “Are you alright?”

Adam King sat tied in the chair. Wyle knew that he had given him a drug, and Adam was just working through the side effects.

Iris placed her hand on his forehead. “Adam, can you hear me –” Just then, Adam lunged his head forward. Iris screamed, but she couldn’t move her hand fast enough. “No!” she screamed as Adam got a firm grip on his finger.

“Rissy!” Wyle rushed over to Adam and Iris. She could see Adam biting hard on his sister’s finger.

“Let go!” Iris screamed, pulling at her finger. “God, stop! Ow!” She could see blood on her finger.

Wyle raised him hand and hit Adam on the side of his head. Adam’s grip loosened, and his head slumped to the side.

Iris removed her finger. “Thanks. God, what’s wrong with him?” She backed away and wiped her finger on a rag. “He bit me!”

Wyle pulled a pair of torn black gloves from his back back pocket and placed them on his hands.

“What are you doing?” Iris asked.

“Adam will never hurt you again. He hurt you now, but he will never hurt you again.” He took the knife in his hands.

Iris’s eyes widened. “You’re going to kill him?”

“No.” He held the knife firmly in his hands. “He won’t die, and he will won’t hurt you.”

Iris was confused.

Wyle grinned. “But I will!”