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Episode 2-08
Posted: November 13, 2000

Tom Residence

“Truth?” came Patrick Donavon’s voice. Robert Carlyle and Darla Tom turned to the doorway. Patrick stood there, with a puzzled look on his face.

“I…” Darla stuttered.

“No need to explain,” Patrick said. “I know exactly what’s going on here.” Patrick moved up to Darla, and pointed at her belly.

Darla opened her mouth, and looked at Robert. She backed away slightly, as the sound of her heartbeat and pulse blocked out her hearing.

“What do you know?” Robert asked, unsure of what Patrick new.

“Yes,” Patrick affirmed.

Darla shook her head. “Are you going to tell Kassie?” she asked worriedly.

“No.” Patrick looked at her belly. “But I hope you’ll tell her time… she’s going to find out soon enough.”

Darla backed away. “How could she find soon enough if we don’t tell her?”

“The hospital, of course!” Patrick announced.

Darla thought about it. “You mean blood tests?”

“Not exactly…”

“Then how else will Kassie ever figure out Robert is the father of this child?”

Patrick gasped. “What?”

“You didn’t… know?” Darla placed her hands in her head. “You said you…”

“I thought you were going to give the child up for adoption… that since Drew was dead and all…” Patrick backed up slightly. “But… I heard you…”

Robert stepped in. He looked at Darla, who seemed worried. He looked up at Patrick who knew their secret.


Consuelos Residence

Mateo Consuelos was now angry.

“What do you mean he isn’t in jail?” he spoke aloud on the phone. “Then where is my brother?… You don’t know!”

Mateo hung up the phone in frustration. He had been calling every precinct in the region, but couldn’t get hold of the information he wanted.

Where was Dean?

Mateo let out a yawn, and realized how late it was getting. He got up from the kitchen and made his way into the living room and down the hall to his bedroom. He passed Skye’s room, and he peeked in.

“Why did she go to bed so early?” he said to himself. Was she sick?

Skye was tossing and turning in her bed. Possibly having a nightmare, but it could have just been the fact that she doesn’t remember who she used to be.

Mateo looked closely. He then blinked, and looked again.

“I must be pretty tired,” he said, closing the door once again and walking to his room. “A better part of me would have thought that her eyes were red…”


Huber Residence

Brianna Huber hung up the phone with success.

“Yes!” she announced, sitting at a small table in her bedroom. “I got my story for tomorrow!”

“Honey?” came Ian’s voice from the bed. “This is my first shift in a month I’m spending here at home. Could you do this in the morning?”

“No way,” she said, making jot-notes. “To make the paper tomorrow, I’ll have to have this in by midnight, possibly one.”

Ian stumped back into sleep-mode.

“Dean, Dean, Dean…” Brianna muttered silently. “I know where you are and how you got there. This story’s going to rock everyone in this town.”


Presence Memorial Hospital

Julian King walked though the halls of Presence Memorial. He looked angry, and was having problems finding something.

He stopped Nurse Betty. “Have you seen Ian Huber?”

Betty shook her head. “He left this evening.”

“While the hospital is in financial troubles? He should be here till at least twelve!”

“Sir, with all due respect, he’s been here well past midnight every night this month.”

Julian sighed. “M’am, with all due respect… shut up.”

Betty gasped. “I never…”

“Don’t care. Bye. See you… when I do…”

Julian turned around to leave. Maybe it was Adam, or maybe it was all the brandy, but he wasn’t very happy. Not happy at all…


King Residence

Constance King dug deep into her closet. She pushed her red hair from her eyes, and pulled out a photo album.

She opened it up and passed several photographs. At the end, there was a collection of newspaper articles. One was a headline, while the others were sidebars.

“I’ll never forget you…” she sighed.


Evans Residence

Giovanni Pike walked Gillian Evans to her front door that evening.

“Goodnight…” Gillian sighed, getting up to the door first, and turning around. “I had a great time.”

“Even with Brooke?” Giovanni came closer.

Gillian shrugged. “She just has an overactive imagination. You must have a resemblance to someone she’s seen on TV before.”

He flashed her smile. “Ever kissed a celebrity?”

“Once,” she retorted, seeing him lean in towards her.

“Want to again?”

Gillian suddenly wondered what was going on. The only reason she let him kiss her before was to make her mother jealous. Could she be falling for him?

“Well…” He came close to her. “I’ll take that as ‘Yes.’”

Gillian breathed deeply as Giovanni brought his head down to her lips. They kissed, and she just wanted to melt into a puddle. Passionately, they embraced for a moment, but Gillian pulled away.

“Goodnight!” she said, pretty shocked at what she had done. “See you tomorrow!” With that, she opened the door and closed it.

Giovanni turned around and went home.

Inside, Gillian closed her eye – reflecting.

“Do you think I’m blind?” came Addy’s voice from beside the door. “What are you trying to pull?”

Gillian turned to see her mother beside her. “What do you mean?”

“You know damn well what I mean!” she hissed, stepping in front of her daughter. “You kissed Giovanni.”

Gillian breathed deeply again. “So?”

Addy rolled her eyes and sighed exasperatedly. “You knew that he was mine! You tried your hardest to keep him from me. And now you constantly rub this in my face!”

“I –” Gillian stuttered.

“Silence!” Addy came closer. “Do you know how hard it was to move on after your father? Hard. And I had all but given up on men. And then I met Giovanni. He was young, but he liked me. I liked him.”

“He’s a boy-toy to you!”

“So what!?” Addy cried back, holding back a certain amount of emotion. “Whatever he was, he made me happy. I’d think you would care! You’re my daughter.”

“I can make him happier than you.”

Addy nodded. “Maybe. You’re young and vibrant. Why the hell wouldn’t he want a young woman like you? So it’s time to throw me, the old bag, out! ‘She’s old!’ This old woman has feelings, and you don’t seem to give a damn!”

“What about dad?”

“I have to move on, Gilly!” Addy said. “I can’t stay in ‘depression’ mode all my life. I loved your father…”

“You never loved my father!”

Addy’s eyes opened wide, and she took her hand and slapped Gillian across the face. “I always loved your father! Dammit, what’s with you?”

Gillian was shock, and she clutched her cheek. “I’m so sorry…” Gillian cooed, feeling emotions well up inside.

“Save it,” Addy barked. She headed upstairs.

Gillian remained in the house’s hallway. She stared into nothingness for a while, and then made her way upstairs for some rest.


Brooke Wright’s Apartment

Brooke Wright knew she had seen Giovanni somewhere.

“Could it have been a movie…? TV show…? A play…?” she mumbled to herself as she came home from work.

Brooke quickly made her way to her television set. She rummaged through a bunch of video cassettes, recorded programs, and movies. Her eyes picked out a cassette.

She took it out of its case and placed it into the VCR. She pressed ‘Play.’

She watched the screen for several minutes, until she saw something.

“Oh, my God!”


Tom Residence

“Please don’t tell Kassie!” Darla begged. “I…”

“Quiet,” Robert cut in. “What will it take to make sure you don’t say anything. You are just here to do a job. Unless you feel… the need to tell Kassie.”

Patrick shook his head. “She should know.”

Darla stepped forward. “Are you going to tell her.”

“Not if you tell her first.”

Darla nodded. “I’ll do it tomorrow. She’s asleep right now.”

“Fine.” Patrick turned back down the hall, and looked back. He then pounced up the stairs, and peeked in the bedroom. He saw Kassie fast asleep in her bed.

Patrick opened the door and stepped in. He got up to her bed and hovered for a moment.

“Goodnight,” he said in a whisper, and then disappeared into the bathroom.

Still asleep, Kassie smiled.


Presence Jail

“For the love of God!” Bo Torres cried out. “Can’t you people understand that my daughter’s going to be in trouble if we don’t get to her house.”

An officer came up to Bo. “Relax, sir. We went there earlier today. She’s fine.”

“She should have round-the-clock protection!” Bo breathed deeply. “Wyle, my son – my crazy son – is going to kill her. I know he will.”

“Sir, you’re the killer. You’re lucky you haven’t been executed yet.”

“No! Wyle was the last person to see Vivian, my wife, alive!”

The officer was annoyed. “You had blood all over your shirt.”

“I don’t remember how I… Wait… I do remember…”

(Reread the circumstances in which Bo recounts this event previous not told… 1-16 & 1-17.)

“Outside Presence Inn, I remember lurking in the bushes with my son, Wyle. We decided to take a short-cut. Wyle and I were almost to the Inn when I remember Wyle pushing me. I didn’t remember why. I didn’t think much of it.”

“And…?”

“And… if my memory serves me… Wyle had a water bottle. He never drank from it. But when he pushed me, some liquid may have spilled out.”

“What liquid?”

Bo thought had. “Oh, God!”

“What is it?”

“I don’t believe it… he even through the bottle into the woods!”

The officer was actually engrossed. “Sir, what do you remember that night your wife was murderer?”

“You have to find that bottle. Then will you believe me?”

“What was in it?”

“Blood. The bottle must have been filled with blood!”


Mystique Road

Iris Torres couldn’t go back home!

As she walked along Mystique Road in the dark, she knew she couldn’t face what was there. Either the rabid Adam would kill her, or Wyle would do the deed himself.

“How could I have been so foolish?” she muttered, hitting herself in the head. “I haven’t seen my brother in over ten years, and I welcome him into my home when he shows up as soon as I was stabbed!”

She quickly jotted her head around, and then spotted an abandoned building. Iris had always wanted the building to be destroyed, but she knew it would be a good place to stay the night.

Iris got up to the rickety doors, and entered. The building made a series of creaks and groans as she stepped forward.

A faint sound of metal bending meant that the building wasn’t particularly sound.

She found a small corner to sleep in. Thankfully, it was warm for a November evening in California. She wouldn’t be totally uncomfortable.

Once in the corner, Iris kneeled down and curled up.

“Ah!” she peeped as the sound of an owl woke her the second her eyes were closed.

She final fell into a light sleep, but there was always that part of her brain knowing that anyone could come and get her at any time…


Unknown Street

Adam King (if you could still call him that) was running ravenously down the streets. He had lost Iris’ scent, but knew that she couldn’t be far.

Farther behind, Wyle was walking through the streets. They were both going to kill her… if it took all night…

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Episode 2-09

  • Iris faces danger – and motives are revealed!

  • Mateo and Skye are followed. Guess who!

  • Giovanni says his past prevents him to more ahead.

  • Brooke leaves an important message for Gillian. Addy gets it.

  • Tension is high in the Tom Residence.