Click above for a recap of the previous episode Episode
3-03 In
this episode, I'm doing something different. The text scenes in the
boxes at the beginning and end are fans reading the series. These star
the characters, Tabitha and Timmy, from NBC's Passions. They are not
part of Presence's world. They are just fun commentaries. |
Pleasance,
Calif. Kassie Tom jotted her head
around the docks. She looked around to see if this
was the right place, and there was no other place
that could be open. “This building has to be it,”
Kassie murmured, adjusting her clothes. She was
wearing a very revealing top and short skirt bottom.
“This plan better work…” A foghorn blared out, and
Kassie knew it was the place. She had remembered it
when she and her ex-fiancé, Jake, took a camping
trip. They bought firewood in this town. As she approached the building,
the signed showing it used to be a cannery. Her
high-talon, red shoes clopped along the rickety
docks of the second pier. She placed out her
red-painted nails, then gently tapped on the door. In the dirty metal door, she
tried the see her makeup. She remembered applying it
generously, and even adding a hairpiece. “How’s there?” said a
deep voice from behind the door. Kassie immediately froze up,
but she just needed to remind herself why she was
there. To save Noah. “Me,” said Kassie, hoping
everything would work. “Who are you?” he demanded,
opening the door. “Tell me!” Tom Residence Patrick
Donavon opened the door to the house, and looked
around. “Kass?” he called out. “You home? Your
car’s gone!” No
answer. She had to have been out. Patrick
made his way across the hall, and his eye trailed
along the wall. They stopped on the ceiling, where
there was a bullet hole. He
shook his head, remembering the masked man’s
attack on the house. And Robert’s treachery. It
was so hard to believe a man they had been living
with was working against them. Entering
the kitchen, he placed his journal on the counter
and opened the fridge. He realized that groceries
needed to be bought, but picked up a yogurt cup. Beep,
beep, beep! The
bleeping of his cell phone interrupted his snack. He
pressed ‘Receive.’ “Hello?” It
was the police station. “We just got a lead in.
The transcript of Waldo Wyndham’s – Remember?
Darla’s doctor? – interview was just printed. He’s
said some interesting things.” Patrick
stopped. “A lead?” “Yes…
Something that could bring us closer to finding
Noah.” Torres Residence Adam
King wasn’t getting a good vibe from Iris Torres.
He had been trying to get close to her, but she’s
just shy away from him. It seem like her. “Are
you sure everything’s alright?” Adam asked her.
He came up to her, but she (once again) moved away.
“Is there something wrong?” Iris
turned to him. “It’s your family. Your brother
and father both explained why I shouldn’t be with
you; they’re right.” “No!”
Adam cursed. “They’re both wrong. I don’t care
about my family.” “What
about your previous girlfriend?” “Macy?” “Yes,”
Iris rebuffed. “She’s
history.” Bo
came out of the kitchen, and stopped in front of the
two youngsters (well, young compared to him). He was
nibbling on a ham sandwich. “How’s everything?” “Adam
was just leaving,” Iris said bluntly, turning to
him. “Right?” Adam
nodded. “Yeah. I’m going.” He headed for the
door, looked back once, then continued on his way. Bo
came up to his daughter. “He’s going so soon?
What did he need to do?” “I
just wasn’t feeling well, and he agreed to left me
be.” “That
was kind of him,” he continued. “I’d have
thought you’d fight for him to stay.” Iris
shrugged. “You
do still like him, right?” Bo asked. “Maybe…
maybe not…” Iris’ cryptic messages gave no
real answers. “Not
sure?” he asked. “Shut
up!” Iris blasted. “God… I didn’t think one
man could get so annoying in so little time.” Surprised,
Bo backed off. “Sorry… You didn’t have to be
so crude.” “I
can be crude to a sick, heartless man like yourself—Sorry…
I didn’t mean that,” Iris stuttered, covering
her head. Bo
looked at her strangely. “You’re acting
differently.” “I
just need a drink,” she stated. “Want to join
me?” Bo
nodded, moving in front of her and slipping into the
kitchen. Staying
behind, Iris tapped the back of her left hand with a
finger, thinking. “I need to so something I have a
long time ago…” Evans
Residence Addy
Evans got to the phone and quickly called up an
important character. As she waited for an answer,
she reflected over what a blast the revelation had
been the night before. “Hello?”
came the voice. “Brooke?
It’s Addy.” There
was a pause, and then, “You! You manipulated me
into getting them to watch it. I don’t appreciate
that!” Addy
was confused. “Wait, wait, wait… You wrapped the
tape up and was ready to have Gillian open it. Why
not then? Why is it suddenly my fault?” Brooke
was caught. “Um… I wanted it to strengthen their
relationship.” “I
don’t buy it,” Addy stated. “Gillian reacted
badly to the tape. She doesn’t appreciate the real
Giovanni. They can’t be together.” “What
are you thinking?” Brooke asked. “If
Giovanni won’t go out with me,” Addy started,
“then why not with you?” Gillian’s car As
she drove down the road, Gillian couldn’t help but
feel strange. And she had a sneaking feeling that
things were going to get much worse. That there
could be forces beyond her mother at work trying to
destroy her life. Gillian
along couldn’t help but think about Iris. She had
acted out to her, but Gillian realized she should
have stayed to support her. If she was indeed doing
drugs, then she’d need all the help possible. As
the car continued it drive to her house, she
wondered what her mother was up to. Presence Shopping Mall Addy
Evans parked her car in the parking lot and quickly
scampered into the Presence Shopping Mall. She was
feeling festive, since Gillian’s relationship with
Giovanni Pike was almost completely destroyed. “I
feel like… wine!” she said, walking through the
mall. She looked from store to store and spotted The
Wine Rack. It had bottles covering every square inch
of the wall. Within
minutes she had purchased a semi-expensive selection
and exited. The
bottle in hand, she decided to continue
window-shopping. After a while, she realized there
was nothing that interested her. She left bottle in
hand. As she exited trough a different door, she
made her way along the side of the mall. “Miss?”
came a raspy, female voice. Addy
turned briskly to see a woman, probably in her
sixties, dressed down in a purple dress and golden
hair-wrap. She resembled gypsies she’d seen in the
movies. “Yes?” The
lady had a relaxed look to her, and she was aging
well even though she had her share of wrinkles. “Would
you care to see some things I’ve made?” She
motioned with her long, purple-nailed finger, as if
pulling her. “Sorry,
m’am,” Addy said, turning back around. “I don’t
think I want to buy anything.” “Buy?”
she said, crooking her head over her shoulder to a
small table set up on the side of the mall. “Why,
everything I make I give away.” Addy
stared at her. “Do you make money at all?” She
shook her head. “I wouldn’t want to work a place
like Natural Exposure, such as yourself. I have no
need for money – or things for that matter. I just
enjoy making things for others.” Moving
to her small table, Addy turned back to her. “You
mean I can take anything I’d like?” “Anything…”
she said in response, floating past her taking stand
behind the table. Addy
looked over the items. “What is your name?” “Cassandra.” “That’s
a nice name,” Addy said, looking at the selection
of vases, bowls and cups. “These are all very
nice.” Cassandra
observed Addy. “You know, I get a feeling from
you. I know the perfect item for a woman like
yourself.” “You
do?” Addy questioned, interested in this odd
woman. “What?” Cassandra
reached under her table, and pulled out a crystal
hand. It was a stunning piece of a life-size hand,
pointing to the sky. All the fingers were
outstretched, showing amazing craftsmanship. “This
is yours.” Addy
gasped. “You made this? It is beautiful. It must
be worth a fortune.” The
lady shook her head. “I have no need of it. I
found it on a trip to India. A Hindu woman who sold
it to me said that it held the power to grant
wishes. I haven’t tries it myself, but I know you
could use it.” Addy
took the crystal item in her hands. It felt cool to
her touch. “Thank you.” Addy turn around and
continued her trek to her car. She turned back
around. “Where can I—” She
wasn’t there. “Odd,”
she thought, turning back around. Consuelos Residence Mateo
Consuelos felt edgy. He was searching around Skye
Lore’s room for evidence of her baby’s father.
He thought she’d come in at any moment. “She
must have a diary, or something…” he muttered,
rummaging through papers and books. He finally
stopped and thought. “Where would I keep something
I didn’t want to be found?” Mateo
shot his head to the bed. Walking over, he locked
his eyes of the pillow. He tipped it over, and saw a
leather-back book. “Jackpot!”
he announced quietly. He picked it up and observed
it. It had an ancient look to it; like it was worth
a lot. On the cover was a language he didn’t
understand. Without
thinking, he opened the first page. It was dated was
back to the first few days she had been staying at
his house last March. It was pretty simple stuff. He
continued, and when he kept reading, he saw some
entries that surprised him.
October
16, 2000, “Guess
what? That pest, Dean, finally broke under the
pressure! After finally testing my powers to their
fullest potential, I’ve still got it. Poor Mateo
has no clue. But I have plans for him. BIG plans.” Mateo
hadn’t realized this. He remembered his brother,
Dean, being hauled away by the police. And he was
sent to a mental institution. Skye
was the cause. And
Father McMurdy was right. He
continued to search through the pages, and spotted
another interesting entry.
December
16, 2000, “Guess
what – again? My plan worked. I actually got Mateo
to come with me to the ocean. For a minute there, I
thought that pest Brianna would make him run away.
(Note to self: destroy her.) But he was foolish
enough to stay, and now he’s mine. He’s got the
possession, just like me. Just like it should be.” Mateo
became slightly dizzy, knowing he had been lied to
and kept from the truth. He was living with a very
dangerous woman – and she was pregnant. “With
what?” he asked himself. He quickly flipped to the
final entry. He
finished reading it, and slammed it shut. Along
Mystique Road Skye
Lore had gone out for a brisk walk, trying to get
all her thoughts straight. She kept remembering
speaking with Brianna, and she hoped she wasn’t
dead yet. She decided she’d need to speak with her
soon. Just not yet. Suddenly,
she felt a tremor. A shivering up her spine. She
pushed her dark hair back, and turned around. There
was no one. “This
is a strange feeling…” Skye though. “Good for
me… Bad for everyone else.” It
was the first time something evil was happening –
and it was out of her control. Completely. Obviously
she wasn’t wreaking enough havoc. Or Maybe since
Mateo’s demon – her superior – has been
ejected from his body, he was planning another
attack. “That’s
it,” she thought, approaching Mateo’s house. “A
subtle evil to be released on the town.” Skye
knew what was going to happen, and she couldn’t
help but smile. It was going to be a great new year,
and she wanted to see it all happen! King
Estate Julian
and Constance King both greeted Mitchell Mathison at
the door of the King Estate mansion. He had
brown/blonde hair that was worn down to his ears. It
waved at the front, drooping over his forehead. “Come
in,” Constance urged, trying not to sound
overeager. He
did, but said nothing. “How
was your trip?” Julian asked, motioning for Muriel
and Henderson to come. “Was the ride from Colorado
long?” He
shrugged his shoulders. Julian
pointed to Mitchell’s bags, so both Muriel and
Henderson picked them up and began carrying them to
the room. “Sorry
about being unable to pick you up,” Constance
said, trying to break the ice. “We were busy
readying the house. Was the limo good?” No
answer. He didn’t seem to smile, but Constance
could tell he was still upset over his mother and
father’s deaths. “Surely
it was better than a taxi,” Julian said, laughing.
“Those are disease boxes on wheels.” “Where
is my room?” Mitchell spoke, in a strong voice. Constance
wanted to talk to him, Julian sensed it, and cut in.
“It is in the west wing. Just followed that hall
and…” John
King was sitting in his room. He had Iris on his
mind, and couldn’t help but wonder if they’d
ever manage to get he away from Adam. “For
grandfather’s sake,” he said aloud. He looked
over to see Lincoln King’s portrait on his mantle. He
looked at his watch and realized that Mitchell was
arriving as he spoke. Evans Residence Addy
got inside the house and closed the door. She
quickly brought the wine and the crystal hand to the
kitchen. “What
an odd thing to make,” she wondered, observing the
piece. It felt wonderfully cool on her hands. The
words Cassandra spoke resonated in her head. The
fact she could make wishes, and they’d come true,
intrigued her. “It’s
silly,” Addy said, pushing it off. “That lady
was a few eggs short of a full basket.” Even
as Addy tried to focus on uncorking the wine, the
uncertainty was killing her. She couldn’t help but
be curious. She quickly went back and sat down at a
table with the crystal. She placed her hands on the
object. She
cleared her throat. “Ok… now, what do I want?”
Addy looked to the wine bottle, and thought of how
uncertain it was that her celebration would last
forever. “Hand, I wish that Gillian will loose
faith in Giovanni. Can you do that?” Addy
removed her hand. She waited for an explosion or a
sign. Nothing. She
reached back down to touch it. When she did, she
instantly recoiled her hand. “Ow!”
she said, grabbing her finger. “That damn thing
burned me!” Before
she got up, she looked at the figure and gasped. She
looked in horror as the hands gently waved goodbye
to her. It was a slow, creepy wave. As if stopped,
its hand froze back into its original position.
Except on thing had changed. Its
pointer finger, which had been pointing upwards, had
curled down. Presence Apartment: Brooke Brooke
Wright thought about Addy telling her that she had a
thing for Giovanni. Could it be true? Could the
reason that she had kept the tape for so long have
been because she wanted him? Before
she could think again, she got up and grabbed a
bottle of wine from her cabinet. She exited her
apartment. Her
eyes glazed over, she headed down to pay Giovanni a
visit. Gillian’s car Besides
Iris, the other person Gillian thought of was
Giovanni. She remembered Iris’ previous advice,
saying that she should follow her heart. Having
a slight change of heart, Gillian decided to pay
Giovanni a visit and get his story on the
video. King
Estate Mitchell
walked down the hall of the west wing, and saw his
bags pilled at the door. He turned the knob, and it
opened to a room even he was surprised to see. “Like
it?” came John’s voice from the adjoining room. “Who’s
there?” Mitchell asked, dragging a big inside. John
popped his head through the adjoining door. “I’m
the resident son of Mister and Miss Big Honcho,”
he introduced. “I’d be John.” “I’m
Mitchell,” he said expressionless. John
came through his room and to the door. He picked up
a bag and helped him with it. “How old are you?” Mitchell
stopped, but answered. “I’m fifteen, going on
sixteen,” he responded. “A
man!” John said, setting the bag down. “Man, you’re
in the best years of your life. I can teach you how
to get women… everything.” Mitchell
looked intrigued, and sat down on the couch beside
him. “Really?” “My
man, you’re going to experience to perks of being
rich.” In
the guesthouse, Adam arrived. He couldn’t believe
how different Iris felt to him – to everyone. She
was definitely on drugs, in his mind. Within
minutes, there was a knock at the door. “Come
in!” With
that, Henderson popped his head through. “Master,
Adam. Mister Mitchell Mathison has arrived.” “Ah…
my cousin,” Adam deduced. “The poor kid; loosing
his family like that. I only hope my parents know
what they’re getting into…” Constance
was panicking. “Julian… This kid clearly hates
us!” “Now,
now, now,” Julian said, feeling strange since he
was comforting his wife. “He just got here. He’s
getting used to the surroundings. And don’t forget
he could be down. His parents did die, you know.
Your brother.” She
nodded, but didn’t relax. “I mean, he’s going
to be so distant.” “Whatever
happens,” Julian began, “all that’s sure is
that this kid will become a true King. He may have
only your brother’s blood, but it will become
ours.” Just
then, Constance got a shiver. She could only wonder
what Julian would do… Torres
Residence Iris
came over to Bo and handed him a drink of orange
juice. He took it and began sipping. “Thanks.” “No
problem,” Iris said, moving to the phone. “I
just need to make a short call.” Before she could
pick up the phone, it rang. She picked it up. “Iris?”
came Adam’s voice. “What
do you want?” There
was a pause. “Remember what Gillian said earlier?” Iris
sighed. “What about it?” “I’m
thinking that it is very possible. Drug can make
people act out. I just want you to know I can help
you.” “You
done?” Iris asked. “Yes,
but—” Iris
hung up. She turned to her father. “Telemarketer.” Bo
nodded. “They’re annoying.” He felt his head,
feeling slightly dizzy. As
Iris fished around in the phonebook beside the
phone, Bo couldn’t help but think about his
meeting in the alley the night before. Could they
have done something to Iris? Had they scared her, or
spoken to her? Maybe that was why she was acting
out. Iris
found the phone number. She picked up the phone and
dialed. “Hello?…
Could I speak to John?… No, no I don’t… Well,
say it’s Iris calling… Thank you…” She
waited on the line for a few seconds before she was
greeted. “Iris?”
came the voice of John. “I didn’t think you’d
call.” “I’d
like to take you up on that drink you offered me a
while back,” Iris responded smoothly. “Really?”
John said, surprised. “Isn’t Adam there?” “Nope…
I just called me from the guesthouse… He was here,
though…” “Okay,
then… Well… You can come over right now… We
have a guest, but a second is always welcome.” Iris
agreed, and hung up. “Who
was that?” Bo asked, groggy. “What John?” “King,”
Iris responded. Bo
seemed too tired to argue. “This was an
interesting drink…” “I
made it myself,” she responded. “Ever heard of
benzonoxodial dextorite?” Bo
shook his head, but his head fell limp and he
crashed onto the table, unconscious. He lay
completely still. “Well,
that was the secret ingredient…” she said,
leaving. “That should teach you for ruining my
life since the accident.” She
picked up her purse, and casually left. Tom
Residence “Who
are you?!” the man repeated. He was Colin, the man
that Robert had visited earlier on. “You
don’t know?” Kassie said, sounding confident.
“You boss sent me.” “My
boss?” Kassie
wondered if he even had a boss. “Yes.” Colin
raised an eyebrow. “What are you, exactly?” She
smiled at him coyly. “He didn’t say anything? I’m
bonus pay.” “Bonus?”
he asked, motioning for her to come in. “In what
way?” She
stepped inside, and was greeted by a drab place. A
sole couch, and table with papers and a few pieces
of furniture. She
primped her breasts, and winked at him. “What
other pay could I be?” He
finally cue in. “Oh… Well, I guess this will
make my job a lot easier. You here for long?” “As
long as you want me,” Kassie responded, looking
around the room. “A drab place you’ve got here.” He
shrugged. “It suits my purpose.” Kassie
turned to him, and saw him sitting down at a couch.
“What name would a man like you have?” She
shifted over to the couch and sat down. “Colin.” She
licked her lips provocatively. “Mmm. It is such an
innocent sounding name, but you look bad. And this
place looks a little odd. Why are you doing here?” “Nothing,”
he responded. “I can’t divulge that information.” Kassie
was disappointed. “That’s okay. I’m here for
one reason only…” Shifting
up close to him, she moved her hands through his
curly blonde hair. As soon as he was touching her,
Kassie wondered if she could really keep up with
unexpected turns in her plan… Tom
Residence “What
did Doctor Wyndham say?” Patrick demanded from the
officer on the other end of the phone. “He
was present during the terrible commotion at your
house,” the officer rebuffed. “And he saw
something.” “What?” “The
perp’s car,” he answered. “It was a white, ’94
Volkswagen Jetta. We are currently running a search
for all cars matching that description in the area.” Patrick
smiled. “That’s great. Keep me informed on any
new leads.” “Can
do.” The conversation ended at the sound of the
dial tone. Consuelos
Residence Mateo
stayed in the kitchen once he heard Skye enter the
house. He was preparing a late lunch, and paid no
attention to her. “Mateo?”
Skye called out, coming inside. She picked up a clip
from the coffee table and inserted it into her hair.
“Where are you?” He
didn’t answer. He continued to fry his potatoes in
the pan. Skye,
meanwhile, picked up the newspaper and read some of
the major headlines. “Listen to this: ‘3 die in
boating accident.’ Isn’t that horrible?” Mateo
didn’t answer. Skye
put down the paper and stepped into the kitchen. “Why
are you being silent all of the sudden? I guess you
should be after waking from a coma.” “I
wasn’t in a coma,” Mateo said simply. “That
was a lie.” Skye
looked at him. “Of course you were! What else
could account for your memory?” “I
was possessed,” he said turning around. “Just
like you.” “Possessed?”
Skye laughed, picking up a glass. “That’s crazy.
You’re starting to take after your brother.” “Only
if you’re involved,” Mateo retorted, approaching
her. “I know you did that to him. You purposely
drove him mad.” Skye
backed away. “What are you talking about? Maybe
you should go back to the hospital—” “No!”
Mateo yelled. “I shouldn’t. The only mistake I
made was rescuing you from the ocean last March! I
should have left you.” Skye
shook her head. “No…” “You’re
nothing more than a possessed, evil being. I would
kill you if I didn’t believe there was an actually
person underneath you! And that’s what’s killing
me.” Skye
stopped. “Please… You’re scaring me…” Mateo
shook his head. “You know damn well you could
knock me down with your strength. Why shouldn’t I
hit you down right now? Tell me!” “Because
I’m pregnant,” she responded. “You know that.
Whatever you think of me or want to do to me, don’t
harm my baby.” “I’ve
got a newsflash about that baby,” Mateo said
coldly. “What?”
Skye asked. “I
know who the father is.” Skye
froze. “Who?” “Me.” St. Peter’s Catholic Church Brianna
Huber had managed to sleep, but every time she woke
up she thought she could get up and walk around. But
each time she did get up, she’d hit her head and
the terror would start again. She
touched the phone, and hoped – for the first time
– Skye would call. She’d do anything to get out
and see light again. But
Skye was probably going to leave her there. To
die. Brianna
then got a hold of the two pills Skye had left for
her. One would put her to sleep for a long while,
and keep her alive till someone came, and the other
would kill her. Feeling
them both, she wanted desperately to test her luck…
|