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Episode 3-08
Posted: May 6, 2001

This episode marks the second of a 6-8 episode crossover with Breathe. The characters are Gloria and James Benton, Rachel Wright, as well as a secret character relation in Presence! Enjoy.

Pleasance, Calif.
Second Pier; 2 miles north of Presence

“Let me out of here!!” Kassie Tom screamed, thrashing around. She was in the back of the abandoned fishing building, tried up. She could see that it was dark outside, peered up to the translucent window. “Let me go!”

She stopped at soon as she heard a door open and them slam. Footsteps approached the back-room door. Within seconds, dim light filtered through the opening crack. The dulled doodads hanging on the walls were slightly illuminated.

“Colin!” she called out. “Untie me!”

Colin stepped in, wearing no shirt. He has obviously been working on something outside. “Will you shut up?”

“No!” Kassie said stubbornly. “Listen: Noah needs to be fed properly. He’s going to get sick. He’s been here for God-knows how long! If you’re not going to let me go, a least bring him back to my mother.”

Colin stood there. “Are you kidding?”

Kassie scowled at him. “You make me sick.”

“Oh, now that you’ve insulted me, I’ll go ahead a release you,” Colin said sarcastically. “I don’t think so. I have plans for both of you. After having a talk with my boss—and mentioning everything you’ve done—he’s given an okay to me.”

Kassie looked up at him. “What do you mean? Does this have anything to do with that boat you’re fixing up?”

Colin nodded. “Yes. And I want it to be a surprise.”

“A surprise?” Kassie asked, shifting on the ground. “I’m guessing it isn’t special.”

“It’s definitely special,” Colin smirked, “for me.”

Kassie shifted some more, and grimaced as the pressure of the rope on her legs went against her gunshot wound. “You’re sick. You would kill an innocent baby. You’d kill my brother.”

Colin laughed. “Yeah…”

“You bastard!” she called out, trying to kick him. Without reason, he came forward to her. He bent down in front her, holding down her legs. “What are you doing?”

Colin leaned over onto her, and brushed his hands up her leg.

“Don’t touch me!” Kassie instructed, trying to squirm away. She landed against a wall, and she couldn’t use her tied-up hands to fight him off. She closed her eyes and he touched her privately. “Please…”

Colin leaned over closer to her. “I have did get you have sex with you, did I? You did come here as a whore, right?”

Kassie shook her head. “It was a lie. I never would have.”

Colin tried to kiss her, but she turned away. Frustrated, he used one hand to hold her head straight, and brought the second up and caressed her breasts. “Nice…”

“Stop…” Kassie pleaded, her head racing. She was panicking, and she felt sick. “Don’t do this…”

He kissed her held head, and brought his second hands down to touch her. “I’ll do what I want.” With that, he pulled down her skirt and brought his hands down.

“No…” she moaned, sickened.

She closed her eyes, and tried to think happy thoughts. As he brought himself into her, she only wanted it to end…


Tom Residence

Patrick Donavon was getting ready for bed. He had roved his pants and shirt, and crawled under the sheets in the second bed in the room.

He had just gotten off the phone with what sounded like a very tired police officer. Patrick told him that he wanted to pursue Kassie’s case to Pleasance. The officer told him that there weren’t any available officers, but that he shouldn’t do it.

“It’s too late at night” were his words, to be exact.

Patrick rolled over on his side. It had been so long since he had been with a woman, and he missed her already.

He didn’t want to worry. It wasn’t like him to get very worried. But she had been gone for so long, and God-knows how what trouble she could have gotten into.

But he felt that there was something wrong. He could just feel it. In his bones.


The Beach Hut

Gillian Evans broke into the Beach Hut in a storming rage. She jogged through the restaurant area, and made her way to the front desk. She spotted Brooke Wright, and made her way to her.

“Brooke!” Gillian called out. “I have been getting some upsetting crank calls from here. You wouldn’t happen to know anything, would you?”

Brooke turned to her, confused. “No. I don’t. Did you call the operator?”

Gillian nodded, looking at Brooke. She was the woman she had seen sleep with Giovanni, and it made her sick just speaking with her. “Yes I called. She said it was extension 666.”

Brooke nodded. “That’s a courtesy hall phone. They’re free, and anyone on that level can use it.”

“I work here,” Gillian reminded her, “so I know what a courtesy phone is. What floor?”

Brooke consulted a sheet behind the counter. “Let’s see… Ah, yes… Second level.”

Without so much as a thank you, Gillian plowed her way to the elevator.

 

Gloria and James Benton had both gotten up from their tables outside and had made their way back inside. The sun has long set, and they were each feeling a little sleepy.

“Remember where Rachel went?” James asked groggily.

Gloria rubbed her eyes. “I think she went to check out the church, and to see her uncle. Yes. I remember her saying that.”

As James pressed the ‘UP’ arrow for the elevator, the doors slid open. They both stepped in and—before it closed—Gillian squeezed inside.

Gillian eyed the guests. “Where are you two from?”

“Great Cape,” Gloria responded happily.

“I’m the service manage here,” Gillian continued. “How was your meal?”

“It was very good,” Gloria continued. “I especially liked the banana daiquiris. Very tasty.”

James wedged his way into the conversation. “Sorry, but I couldn’t help but see you speak with that Brooke woman. Do you normal treat your employees that way?”

Gillian shifted uncomfortably. “I’d rather not speak about it.”

 

Second floor

As soon as the man got off the phone with Iris, he turned to his prisoner and grabbed her. He dragged her to a chair and began tying her down.

“Don’t ever go calling people like that!” he instructed. His voice wasn’t young; it was aged, possibly putting him in his late forties or early fifties.


KING ESTATE

Constance’s Room

Constance King stormed into her room. She stopped at her bad, picked up a pillow, and desperately tried to rip it to shreds. She was so frustrated with Julian King at that moment!

“Mom?” came Adam King’s voice in the doorway. “You okay?” He had followed his fuming mother after she walked out on his father during dinner. “You seem frustrated.”

“I am,” she confirmed, sighing as she sat down on her bed. “Were you listening to your father tonight?”

Adam nodded. “It was pretty bad.”

“How could that man, in his right mind, decide to fire a very competent man from his job just for his own son?” Constance asked. “And it had all to do with the fact he was black. I know it.”

Adam shrugged. “Dad has always been sort of racist. You’ve known that.”

“I know,” Constance muttered. “It’s just such a horrible trait.” She looked over to her son. “I am so glad you didn’t pick that one up.”

Adam smiled. “I seem to be more like you than anyone else in this family. I guess it’s just luck.”

“Unlike your sister and older brother,” Constance deduced, placing the pillow back on her bed. “They are like him in spades.”

Adam paused for a moment. “Why do you stay with him?”

Constance looked over to her son. “What?”

“Don’t get me wrong,” Adam defended. “I’m glad you two are together. It just seems as thought you’re never happy when he’s around. Many women in your situation would be out very quickly.”

Constance took a deep breath. “I shouldn’t say anything to you…”

Adam paused again. “What do you mean?”

“Your father wasn’t always like this,” Constance started. “Well, not in my young eyes. He seemed different. He was much more sophisticated and refined. Different than all the other men I knew. But it died so quickly.”

“That’s awful,” Adam sympathized.

Constance nodded. “There are other things I’d rather not bring up. Other reasons why I need to stay with your father.”

“Why?”

Constance looked at her son. “Sweetheart. I want you to know that what I did while married isn’t how I am today. I was very frustrated back then. I may have acted foolishly.”

“What did you do?”

Constance looked at him. “And I’m only telling you this because I know you would never tell anyone else. Am I right?”

Adam nodded.

“I was in love with another man while I was married,” she confessed, “and your father knew.”

 

Dining Room

“And I really getting the job as chief of staff at Presence Memorial?” John King asked his father, Julian. “So I don’t need to run for a second term?”

John nodded. “Exactly. The job is open for the taking.”

“Well, as I said, I accept,” John gushed. “When do I start?”

John teetered his hand back and forth. “That’s a little stretchy. And it’s also getting late. I’ll give you some more details tomorrow.”

Before leaving, John looked around. “Where did that kid, Mitchel, go to? He’s been out all day.”

Julian shrugged. “Probably falling right into the trap I’ve set for him,” he grinned. “That kid may be disobedient now, but he won’t be for long. I guarantee it. He’ll beg to be good.”

John smiled. “Are you going to let me in on this one?”

Julian smiled back. “You might remember the trick. Remember when you were sixteen? And you refused to go to Princeton Academy? Remember what happened?”

John thought about it, and his face fell. “That was horrible! All I wanted to do was stay at the mansion. Man… You’re going to pull that one again?”

Julian nodded.

Just then, the mansion door opened up, and Mitchel came inside…


The Beach Hut

“Careful… Easy…”

Gloria Benton was instructing her husband as they entered the Beach Hut. James Benton was performing a dangerous balancing act with their baggage.

“Listen,” James grunted, hoping to the front desk, “I am able to do this.”

“Couldn’t I at least carry my own bags?” Gloria asked. “You know, you have to have an unbroken back in order to renew our vows.”

James scampered up to the front desk, and the bags tumbled down. “Okay. I made it.”

“Good,” Gloria laughed, picking her bags from the lot. “You did make the reservations, right?”

“Of course!” James exclaimed. He eyed the desk, with a rack of keys behind it. “I wonder where the service is?” He dinged the bell.

Within seconds, a dark-haired woman came through the restaurant section of the Beach Hut. “Sorry about the wait,” she said, wiping her clothes. “I’m Brooke. I’ll be working double today. We seem to be understaffed.”

James nodded. “No problem. We don’t have any plans till tomorrow, anyways.” He paused. “We’re the Bentons.”

Brooke rummaged through the guest book. “I see… Oh. A Ms. Wright signed in before you. It’s shown that you registered together. She must be up in her room right now. Friends?”

Gloria punched James amicably. “See? I told you to take the shuttle bus. Rachel did, and she got here before us!”

Brooke came out from behind the desk. “Hey! Trey! Get over here!”

A youthful man came over wearing a Beach Hut uniform. “What?”

“Bring these people’s bag to their room. Number 211.”

He nodded, and readied the bags for the cart.

Brooke turned to James and Gloria. “Do you have any plans for the evening?”

James shook his head. “Nothing till tomorrow.”

“Then I suggest you eat in the restaurant,” Brooke suggested. “The cook is preparing the most delicious salmon recipes. It’s the cheapest in the country, since it’s fished just north of us.”

“We have already scheduled a meal with Rachel tonight,” Gloria stated softly. “She should be down any minute from now.”

“I’ll show you to a table,” Brooke said pleasantly. “It’s right over here.” She began to walk, and the Great Cape couple followed right behind.

 

Second Level – Hotel Rooms

“Son of—” Rachel groaned, dragging her backs into the hall. Her dark, brown hair was in ever which direction, and she bared her teeth trying to lift a certain bag.

“This was much easier without someone inside me,” Rachel continued to speak to herself. She paused, and checked the numbers on the doors. She was supposed to be in room 213.

No matter was a hassle it was, she wouldn’t trade being pregnant for the world.

She looked down at her bags, and remembered what she had brought. She had some baby clothes—just in case—along with a selection of dresses. She hopes they still fit.

“Help me!”

Rachel stopped. She looked around the hall, trying to find out where the voice was coming from.

“Help!”

Rachel dropped her bags, and took a brisk jog down the hallway. “Where are you?” She turned a corner, and saw a woman on the phone in the hallway.

Just then, Rachel heard rushed footsteps behind her. Before she could turn around, she was pushed down to the ground.

“What the hell—?” Rachel wheezed, lifting herself up. “Who do you think you are?”

But not getting an answer, she observed the man grabbed the panicked woman. Rachel watch helplessly as the man dragged the screaming woman into a hotel room.


St. Peter’s Catholic Church

“Father?” came Rachel Wright’s voice. “Are you here?”

Within seconds, Father McMurdy emerged from his rectory. “It’s late. What brings you by at such an hour? What troubles you?”

Rachel brought herself to him. “I have this couple of mine: Gloria and James. They’d like to renew their vows here. Tomorrow. Is it possible?”

The priest smiled. “I sense great love between those two people. A strong bond.” Rachel rolled her eyes, and Father McMurdy ignored it. “We do have plenty of room tomorrow. In fact, sadly, there was a cancelled wedding that was supposed to take place. They can come by tomorrow afternoon.”

Rachel smiled. “Thank you.”

Father McMurdy observed Rachel. “My, I see you’re pretty much at term. Is it safe to presume that the baby’s father will be attending this ceremony?”

Rachel smiled. “Of course.”


Consuelos Residence

“What is it?” Mateo Consuelos demanded, bring pulled to the side of his house by Brianna Huber. “You found something so quickly?”

Brianna nodded. “As you know, Skye has been much weaker these days. That could be a side effect of the pregnancy. But besides that, we have no other means to getting rid of her, right?”

Mateo nodded, but added, “I’m so tired of having to talk outside of my house. It’s like some crazy science fiction movie.”

“This is no movie,” Brianna revealed, “but I can make sure this will be a happy ending.”

“How?”

Brianna took out the sheet she had printed off the Internet. “Remember ‘Imediatos Placeres Servicios?’ Skye screamed it out in a flashback. Well, I searched that up on the net, and I came across this site.”

Mateo examined the sheet. “I know a bit of Spanish… ‘Turistas’ is tourists, and ‘mentenimiento’ would be servicing. And that word, ‘sexo’ is pretty self-explanatory. It means sex.”

“So this place, at the address below, is a place where people sexually service tourists?”

Mateo nodded. “That’s pretty much it.”

Brianna turned the sheet to herself. “What this thing at the bottom. It’s an address?”

“Yep,” Mateo confirmed. “It’s obviously a location in Mexico somewhere. Some state and city. This crazy. How does this help us?”

Brianna shrugged. “Maybe if we think about this… Why would something she said in a flashback lead us here? She was speaking in Spanish, obviously. Maybe she used to work there. That’s a start.”

“I don’t know…” Mateo sighed. “She could have worked anywhere. Who’s to say this is even correct information? Okay… It’s possible that somehow she lived in Mexico, and then maybe she went for a boat ride, it capsized, and she ended up floating to the shore here.”

“Very possible,” Brianna said, smiling. “It’s a start. We just need to—” The sound of a shattering plate broke their thoughts. They both rushed back into the house and slid into the kitchen.

“Good God…” Mateo gasped.

It looked as if Skye was being beaten around. By herself, she thrashed from left to right. Brianna covered her mouth as a dish on the table shattered on its own.

“What was that?” Brianna quivered, grabbing Mateo arm. The light bulb in the kitchen suddenly burst, sending sparks everywhere. Brianna screamed, covering her head.

Mateo looked back up. “It’s as if something it trying to destroy her,” he observed. “There is a tug-of-war going on inside her, it looks. Maybe the baby isn’t all bad.”

Just them, more sparks flew and landed on Skye.

Brianna let out a terrible scream as Skye’s arm—and body—slowly began to catch on fire…


KING ESTATE

Dining Room

“Well, well, well. Look who decided to finally come home.” Julian approached Mitchel, who obviously didn’t care about what he had to say. “What did you do?”

Mitchel took his coat off, fumed. “I would have gone through the back, but someone seems to have changed the locks.”

Julian shrugged. “Sorry about that. My mistake.” He paused. “Where were you?”

Mitchel paused as well. “Nothing. Just walked.”

Nodding, Julian turned away and rolled his eyes to John. “Very well. Henderson has made your bed. You should go to sleep.”

Walking across the living room to the west wing hallway, Mitchel looked back. He had figured that Julian would have been much more cross with him.

Maybe he wasn’t the stuff old coot he had thought.

Well, maybe still a coot.

“Have a good evening,” Julian called out. The patriarch waited till Mitchel’s footsteps were out of hearing range. “It’s set.”

John smiled. “It certainly is.”

 

West wing

Mitchel walked down the hallway, flashing back to what had happened that evening…

Walking back down the street, he met up once again with Pamela. She was equally happy to see him, and all they did was hang out a bit.

As the evening wore on, she had made it essential to tell to meet her again tomorrow. That she had something special.

“I guess with grandpa’s change of attitude, it will be easier getting away than I thought.” He entered his own room, and saw that his bed was indeed made.

It would be an interesting tomorrow.

 

Constance’s room

“What?” Adam asked, as if he was punched in the stomach. “You were in love with another man?”

Constance turned her head away. “It sounds bad, I know, but bear with me. Your father knows. He hasn’t been kept in the dark. I went out in secret, but he eventually found out.”

Adam shook his head. “I don’t believe this. When was this?”

Constance shrugged. “Maybe five years ago.”

“Who was this man?” Adam asked angrily. “How could he take advantage of you in such a way? What’s his name? Does he live in town?”

“Stop, Adam!” Constance demanded. “I didn’t tell you so you could get all riled up. I trusted you to keep this to yourself. The man’s out of my life forever. You can be sure of that.”

“And dad knows?”

“Yes. He does.”

Adam nodded, unsure. “Very well… Goodnight then. Have a good evening.”

“Thanks,” Constance responded, getting up. “Just please keep this to yourself.”

Adam nodded. “You can count on me.”

“Very good.”

Adam turned to leave.

“Have a good night,” she finished off.


Pleasance, Calif.
Second Pier; 2 miles north of Presence

Colin zipped himself up, getting up off Kassie. He seemed content, and he winked at her as he exited the room.

Kassie still had her eyes closed. She had tried to desperately think of happy thoughts; thoughts that would make her believe what had happened hadn’t happened.

She was raped.

She always heard stories on the news. How the victims were always traumatized by their experiences. Kassie never thought it could have been as horrible as they described it.

No words or thoughts could describe how awful it felt to have a strange man inside of her. Slobbering on her. Coming inside her. The sickening, disgusting sound of urge in their swine-breaths.

Closing her legs, she shifted to her side, and looked up to the crib containing Noah. All she wanted was for him to be safe, and for her life to move on. None of this needed to happen. She could still smell him on her.

All she could think of right them was Patrick. She knew he was going to search for her. He was going to find her. He had to.

And when he did, she wasn’t going to let him go.

Right then, Noah began to cry. He had always been so good a crying, and Kassie could tell that all he wanted to do was please her. But he must be hungry.

She had nothing for her.

“Don’t cry…” Kassie said, looking up to him. “You need to stay strong, little guy. For me.”

The crying subsided, but it was replaced.

With hers.


Tom Residence

There was definitely something wrong.

And Patrick knew that sleeping that night wouldn’t help get Kassie out of whatever situation she had gotten herself into.

“I need to find her,” he said, getting up in the bed. Screw what the police officer had told him. He was going to find her, even if it took him all night.

“And I will,” he vowed, stepping out of bed. He looked out the window of the room, and his eyes his the full moon and darkened sky.

He got dressed quickly, and made his way out the bedroom room. Walking down the stairs, he was filled with excitement and worry.

He was on the case.


Presence Memorial Hospital

Darla’s Tom’s room was dark. The hospital seemed eerily still at night, and not a sound could be heard. The occasional footsteps of nurses and doctors walking down the halls greeted her sleeping ears, and maybe a light humming sound.

Darla was asleep. Not deeply, but she was out. It had been a trying day, and she needed all the rest she could get that night.

Oddly, the door to her room opened. Only a crack, but then it widened.

And opened.

A man stepped inside, and quietly crept up to her bed. She didn’t notice him coming, as she was sleeping.

“Darla…” came the voice, whispering. “I can’t stay long, but I need to make something very clear to you. No one will take James away as my son.” He was, of course, referring to Noah. “Do you hear me? He’s my son.”

Not replying, Darla got the message in her mind. It was mixed up in her subconscious, feeling its way through different channels of memory.

It was Robert.

He then got up quickly, and made his way back to the door. He peeked his head out, and after looking both ways, he exited.


Beach Hut

Gillian stood in the hall as both Gloria and James entered their rooms. She needed time to think. She knew there was a courtesy phone once she turned right down the hall. What room could it have come from?

Nonetheless, she made her way down the hall, and eventually to the phone. She looked at it carefully, but was still puzzled—

Clang!

Gillian turned as she heard the noise come from the room across the hall from the phone. It didn’t sound like a “clang” that should be in a hotel.

“I guess I can check it out,” Gillian said, justifying knocking on the door. “I want to make sure they’re alright of course.”

She knocked.

No answer.

Before she could knock again, she heard footsteps. Thinking they could be Iris’, Gillian turned away and pretended to open the neighbouring door. She took occasional glances, and it was indeed Iris. As the door opened, Gillian lunged at her and they both tumbled into the room.

“Oof!” Iris gasped, landing on her side. “Who do you think you—You! What are you doing here?”

Gillian got off her and stood up. “I’m investigating; what else?”

Iris came right up to her, and slapped her. “You shouldn’t have come here! You’re ruining everything!”

Gillian shook her head and turned to see who was in the room. (The man was hidden.) She a woman tied to a chair. “Who is this?”

“Don’t go over to her!” Iris demanded.

Gillian disobeyed, of course, and went up to the chair. She walked around it and was greeted by—

—Iris?

Gillian looked to the door, and then to the woman tied to the chair.

They were identical.


Unknown Location, Anywhere in the World

The young woman released the picture of her mother and sister. She was preparing for another short night, and longer day.

Before she could close her eyes, the sound of glass shattering could be heard. She popped up from her bed in start, and held the tattered sheet up to her chin.

Several men broke into her room. One came up to her and grabbed her. She was dragged away as other men slowly brought flame to the walls of her home.

The pictures, her life… everything was slowly eaten by the flame…


Huber Residence

Ian Huber bounced out of his bed as soon as he heard the scream, and there was no mistaking it. It was definitely his wife’s.

Getting dressed quickly, he left the room in a rush.


Consuelos Residence

“Oh God… She’s burning!” Brianna was panicking. She didn’t care much more the woman, but she knew that it was the demons that needed to be punished.

And not the baby.

Mateo watched as Skye’s arms were licked with orange flames.

“Maybe the demons knew that the baby was good,” Mateo deduced. “Maybe destroying the baby before it was born would be to their benefit.”

Brianna was panicked, but puzzled. “Wait… Didn’t you tell me earlier that Father McMurdy thought the baby would be something horrible?”

Mateo nodded. “I’m just guessing… Maybe it has a little to do with both.”

As the flames ate their way to her body, Brianna could help but turn away. She didn’t want to see someone burn.

Within minutes, Ian came bouncing through the open door and rushed to the kitchen. “What’s going on? I heard screams. I—” He saw Skye. “My God! What happened?”

“Bulb… Explode… Sparks… Fire… Spread!” Brianna didn’t speak in sentences as much as she did with keywords.

Ian obviously got the gist of it. He reached across the kitchen and grabbed the fire extinguisher. He sprayed her body with the white foam, and the fires fizzled away by the time there was only air. Ian got down to his knees, and checked her pulse. “She’s alive… But barely…”

Brianna then turned to Mateo. “You know what’s odd?”

“What?” Mateo asked, knowing very well many things there were odd at that moment.

“Skye, when I first spoke to her from returning to the world of the living, said to keep my husband available to her whenever she needed.”

Mateo nodded. “And now she needs him.”

“Could she have known that problems would occur?” Brianna asked. “Maybe she knew that her health would be in danger.”

Mateo nodded again. “That’s true. Strange.”

“You know what’s stranger?” Brianna asked, turning back to the still body of Skye on the floor.

“What?”

“She’s smiling.”


St. Peter’s Catholic Church

Before Rachel left, she turned back to Father McMurdy. “One more thing.”

“What is that?”

“It’s a little favour,” she continued.

The priest seemed hesitant. “Very well…”

Rachel took a breath. “This may sound strange, but can you call me your niece, and I can call you my uncle?”

Father McMurdy was silent.

“It seems strange, but it makes me more comfortable.”

The priest shook his head. “I sense many lies in you, young woman. I will not participate in your web of deceit. Whatever story you’ve made, I will not take part.”

Rachel nodded. “Very well…” She turned to leave, slightly disappointed. She didn’t get everything she wanted to do done, but everything was okay.

She smiled as she remembered the old man asking if the father was attending. “No d’uh! James is the father.”


Beach Hut

Gloria/James Room

Both James and Gloria had gotten settled into their rooms—and their bed. It was large, and there was plenty of space for two.

“I wonder what that was all about?” Gloria asked. “It sounds as if two people fell down in the room beside us.”

James shrugged. “I’m just glad that the person who was standing at our door—trying to get in—is gone. It didn’t even sound as if they had a key.”

Gloria looked over to James, and kissed him on the cheek. “This was a very good idea. Quirks and all.”

“It was your own,” James cleared up. “I was only following orders.”

Gloria kissed him again, but then stopped. “I wonder how Josh is doing. We just left him alone. I’m so glad both Pearl and Hugo agreed to let him stay at their house.”

“Why wouldn’t they?” James asked, eager to get another kiss. “We’ve been friends with them for years.”

Gloria nodded. “You’re right. They’re our friends. They have been for years. If there are two people—besides family—that I trust completely in this world it’s them. They have never kept anything from us.”

James nodded nervously. He hopes she never found out that Hugo knows his secret concerning Rachel.

 

Next door

In the neighbouring room, Gillian backed away from the tied up woman and looked up at Iris. “What is going on here?”

The muffled woman screams out, but the gag prevents her voice from carrying.

Gillian looked up at Iris. “Who is she?” Without warning, a man grabbed her from behind and pushed her back out into the hall. Gillian turned back around to see Iris greeting her. “Who is she? She looks just like you! What’s going on?”

Iris put a look of seriousness on her face. “Look. Whatever you’re thinking, I’m Iris. That woman sitting in that chair has been trying to impersonate me.”

Gillian was confused. “You’ve been acting so strangely lately.”

“I just found out today, and I managed to switch places. Just go home! And don’t tell Adam or anyone. Just wait. I have a plan. Don’t ruin it anymore.”


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Episode 3-09

  • Patrick finds Pier 2.
  • Colin prepares to rid himself of Kassie and Noah--for good!
  • Darla's treatment begins.
  • Brianna hold a knife! Ian treats Skye for her burns.
  • Due to secrecy, what happens with Iris, Gillian and those involved will not be divulged for the next FOUR episodes.
  • Julian makes plans against Ian.
  • Mitchel goes out again. trouble is imminent.
  • Much more.
  • The crossover with BREATHE: Gloria, James and Rachel all make it to the church!