Chapter 6

B:  “GET OUT!”  Brenda shouted at the intruder while still training her
gun at him.
M:  “Why Brenda aren’t you going to show me around?  I must say this
place is much nicer than the ones you have had before.”  The man smirked
as he turned the entry hall lights on.
B:  “I said Get Out.  I’ll shoot.  You know I will.”
M:  “Ah yes.  I know, but baby, your aim needs some improvement.  I’m
still here.”
B:  God., he found this amusing.  Didn’t anything ever get to him?  She
should have killed him the first time she had the chance.  She probably
wouldn’t be in this mess if she had. “Don’t call me that.  This time,
believe me, I’ll kill you.”
M:  “”I’ll call you whatever I please.  Now put the gun down.  I know
you aren’t going to shoot me, I’m the only one who can help you, and you
know it.”
B:  “You the one who runs my damn life.  I hate you!  You got me into
this mess – I want out now!”  She slightly lowers her gun.
M:  “You know I can’t do that.  The stakes have been raised.  They know
about your daughter and they know where she is.  They also are closing
in on your husband.”
B:  Finally lowers her gun and sits on the stairs.  “They already got
him.  He’s dead.  Jason told me today.”
M:  “Jason?  You contacted them didn’t you?  You just upped the stakes
even higher.”
B:  “I know, but I had to make sure someone would protect Sara.”
M:  “I know you’re worried about her, but they won’t get her.  They want
you.”
B:  “Tom, I don’t know that they won’t get her.  They got Sonny, didn’t
they?”
T:  “Honey they didn’t get him.  He’s alive and just landed in Port
Charles after a fifteen year absence.  Seems he’s been looking for you.”

B:  She felt relieved that he was still alive.“My name’s Brenda.  That
is all you will call me.  You made sure he would never find me, didn’t
you?”
T:  “Sure did.  Didn’t want anyone else to have my girl.”
B:  “Stop it Tom.  You’re pathetic, you know that.  Hitting on a married
woman.”
T:  “Who cares if you’re married?”  He smirks.  “No seriously, if he
found you, It would have meant certain death for him, you, and Sara.”
B:  Sighs.  “I know.  I hate you and I hate the bastard who did this to
us.”
T:  “I know.  I hate him too.”  Brenda looks at him in surprise.  Why
did he have reason to hate what was going on?

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Sara stepped out of the elevator.  She had the same clothes she had on
at the club; she had just added a black jacket.    The driver had told
her to go to the top of the building and head towards the penthouse with
the guards.  All this security intrigued her.  Was this person one of
her father’s associates?  She approached the guards and told them her
name and that she was here to see Luke Spencer.  They let her in and
told her that everyone was waiting for her.  One of the guards announced
her to the room and 4 men turned to look at her.  She immediately
recognized Luke.  Two of them she didn’t have clue to who they were, and
the fourth one looked strangely like her father.  She wasn’t sure what
to think about that.  They stared in awe of her.  She was used to that
stare now.  She was just waiting for someone to say, “You know you look
just like that model that disappeared.”  Instead she heard…
S:  “Sara?”  She turned to Sonny.  He was already heading towards her.
Sa:  “Yes?”  She stared into his eyes.  She knew right away that this
was her father.  “Daddy?”
S:  “Yeah.”  He answered as he enveloped her into a hug.
Sa:  Through tears of joy, “I’ve waited my entire life for this moment.”

S:  Tears are also in his eyes.  “I’ve searched for you almost your
whole life for this moment.”
They hugged tighter until Jason tapped Sonny on the shoulder.
J:  “Sorry to interrupt, but we have things that need to be discussed.”
S:  Pulls back, but keeps his arm around Sara’s waist.  “Yeah we do.
Sonny this is my friend, Jason, you already know Luke, and this is my
father, your grandfather, Mike.”
Sa:  Flashes her own dimples that rivaled the ones her father was
wearing.  “Nice to meet you, everyone.”
She turns to Mike and, untucks the ring from around her dress and says,
“Grandpa Mike, I believe you were the original owner of this.”  Mike
takes the takes the ring that is still hanging around her neck.
M:  He looks at her.  “Adella’s ring.  Where did you get this?  The last
I saw it, it was on your mother’s finger.”  Sonny comes over to examine
it.
Sa:  “She gave it to Grandma Jane who gave it to me.  Grandma Jane told
me the whole story behind it.  I keep it with me at all times.  It makes
me feel like mom is watching over me and I think it brings me good
luck.”
S:  “You’re right I think it does bring you good luck.  It brought you
here didn’t it?  Who’s Grandma Jane?”
Sa:  “She’s the one who raised me.   She was the sweetest woman?”
S:  “Was?”
Then it hit Sara.  It hadn’t sunk in all the way yet, but hearing
herself talk about it in past tense she knew it was true.  She sat down
on the couch and just started crying.  They should have fallen weeks
ago, but somehow she couldn’t get them to then.  Grandma Jane was gone.
Had been for two weeks.   She had come home from work to find the house
on fire.  The firemen and policemen told her it was too late.  Grandma
Jane was dead.  She burned to death.  They suspected that it had been
arson, but who want to kill Grandma Jane or her?  She didn’t know.  She
just let her tears fall.
S:  He kneeled in front of her.“Sara, honey did I say something wrong.
I’m sorry if I did.”
Sa:  “Grandma Jane was killed two weeks ago in a fire that an arsonist
set.  They don’t know who did it.  Why?  Why would someone do that to
her?”
Sonny got on the couch next to her and pulled her close to him.
S:  “I’m sorry Sara.  I’m so sorry.  I don’t know who would do that.  I
don’t know.”
He looked at the terror stricken faces of his friends.  The danger had
already struck, and they had no idea how to deal with it.  Who would do
something so despicable to someone so innocent?

Chapter 7

Sara is on the couch with Sonny.  Her crying has slowed a little.  Jason
had gone to get her a glass of water.  She took it gratefully.
Sa:  “Thank you, Jason.”
J:  “No problem.”  She sips a few sips and calms down a little more.
S:  “Sara, do you think you can answer a few question for  us?  If
you’re up to it.”
Sa:  “Sure, as long as you answer some for me.”
S:  “I think that can be arranged.  Do you mind if I go first?”
Sa:  “No, ask away.  I’m not sure if I can answer, but I can try.”
S:  “That’s all I want is for you to try.  Do you know how you ended up
in Washington living with your Grandma Jane?”
Sa:  “I don’t really know.  That’s what I was hoping you could answer
for me.  I knew that Grandma Jane had known my mother, but she didn’t
talk about her much.  I figured that she must have died and Grandma Jane
didn’t want to talk about it.  Around my sixteenth birthday she started
giving me hints that my mother might still be alive.  She gave me mom’s
engagement ring for my birthday and told me the story behind it, then
she told me that my mother would come looking for me some day.  That’s
all she told me.  She wouldn’t say when she would come and she didn’t
say why she had left in the first place.  She didn’t tell me anything
about you.  I guess she didn’t know much about you or she disapproved of
you she did because of your line of work.  When she died she left me a
file folder of information about you and mom.  Her lawyer told me that
it was only to be given to me in case of an emergency or in case Grandma
Jane died.  Inside was my birth certificate and a note to go to Port
Charles to look for you because you would know how to protect me, from
what I have no idea.  I was supposed to look for a place called Luke’s
or was once called Luke’s to find out where you were.  If that didn’t
work I was supposed to hunt down Luke Spencer, or Jason Morgan or Mike
Corbin.  I guess I’ve found everyone.  What do I do now?”
S:  “First, we need to get protection on you, then we need to figure out
what is going on.”
Sa:  “Do you have any idea of what is going on and why do I need
protection?”
S:  “I’m not sure what is going on, but I know you need protection,
although I don’t know why.”
Sa:  “Does this have anything to do with your business?”
S:  “It could, but I really don’t know.  All I know is that when Brenda
disappeared,  no one in the organization ever contacted me about a
ransom or a trade offer to get her back.  Whoever took her might be
coming after you too.”
Sa:  “Why?”
S:  “I don’t know, except that Brenda called Jason today telling him to
find and protect you.”
Sa:  Eyes go wide.  “What?  She called here?  But she’s dead, isn’t
she?”
J:  “That’s what we all thought, but that was her on the phone today.”
Sa:  “Do you know where she is?  I want to find her.”
S:  “We all do, Sara.”

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Brenda sat on her stairs looking at Tom who was still leaning against
the wall by the front door.
B:  “Why do you hate this?  You seem to enjoy it.”
T:  “I hate what it’s done to my family.  I never wanted them to get
hurt.”
B:  “You have a family?  You never mentioned them before.  Where are
they now?”
T:  “Doesn’t matter now.”
B:  “What do you mean it doesn’t matter?  You should be with your family
instead of doing whatever it is you keep doing to me.  What is that by
the way?  Protect me? Scare me?  Kill me?  Sometimes it’s hard to read
you.”
T:  “I’d like to think I was protecting you, but you don’t usually seem
to think that.”
B:  “And why would that be?  Maybe because you dragged me away from my
home, never allowing me to back or keep in contact with them.   Well,
you do let me call Julia once in awhile, but never my husband, or my
daughter.  Why is that?”
T:  “You’re my family too, Brenda.  Julia’s my wife.”
B:  “She’s your what!?  Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
T:  “She didn’t want you to know.”
B:  “She didn’t want me to know that she was behind my kidnapping?  She
sent you to do it, didn’t she?”
T:  “She doesn’t know that I kidnapped you, she thinks you went
willingly.  She told me to warn you and to keep safe from him, she just
didn’t tell me how.”
B:  “So this was all your idea?”
T:  “It was the only way I could get you out of there fast.  That
bastard was already on his way to get you, time wasn’t on my side.”
B:  “So you decided you would take me?  Why not tell Sonny?  He could
have protected me.”
T:  “He would have wanted to , but he couldn’t.  He doesn’t know how
your father or his associates worked.”
B:  “And you do?”
T:  “Yes, I worked for him.  I’m risking my life here double-crossing
him to protect you and your sister.  She doesn’t want you to be hurt.
B:  “How sweet.  Daddy’s little girl is worried about the little girl he
never gave a damn about.  Even from his grave he still manages to ruins
my life.

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Chapter 8

Sonny and Sara are sitting on the couch still.  Mike has joined them on
the couch and Luke has taken a seat in a nearby chair.  Jason is
standing behind the couch, arms folded across his chest.
J:  “Sara, is there anything else you could tell us that might help us?
How did your Grandma Jane meet Brenda?  Why did she leave you with her?
Was she traveling with anyone?  Was she in contact with anyone?”
S:  “Isn’t that enough questions Jason?  Don’t overwhelm her.  She’s
been through a lot; can’t you see that?”
J:  “Sorry Sara.  You don’t have to answer them all at once.”
Sa:  Smiles at him.  “It’s okay.  I asked Grandma Jane some of those
same questions when I was sixteen after she gave me the ring.  As I
already said, she didn’t tell me much then, but I remember a story she
told me a few months ago that might help.  I was upset about a friend of
mine that had been shot by stray bullets in a gang war.”  Sonny looked
at her with worry.  “We didn’t live in the safest part of town,” she
explained.  I was on a why do things happen kick and Grandma Jane said
that it happened for a reason.  I thought she was crazy because how
could there be any reason for an innocent to be shot?  She said that I
would never have come into her life if it weren’t for a gunshot.  I made
her explain to me what she was talking about and she did, but
reluctantly.  The situations were different, but she got her point
across that things happen for a reason.  She said my mother on he
appeared on her doorstep one night, begging for help.  She had some
crazy story that she had accidentally shot some guy that she had been
traveling with, needed to get him medical attention, couldn't get the
police involved, and needed to use the phone to call her sister in
London.  Brenda was calm about the whole thing but looked like she would
lose her mind at any moment.”
S:  Interrupted her when it had sunk in that the Brenda had called
London.  “Julia.  Julia knew?  She assured me that Brenda was dead and
that I needed to move on.”
Sa:  “Who’s Julia?”
S:  “Brenda’s sister who lives in London.  What else did Grandma Jane
have to say?”
Sa:  “She got them medical attention at a nearby hospital.  The police
did get involved, but it was ruled an accidental shooting when the guy
said he shot himself on accident.  After he recovered they stayed in
Seattle until I was born.
J:  “What was the guy’s name?”
Sa:  “I’m trying to remember.  It was a simple name.  Sam?  Jim?  Tom?
Tom!  That’s what his name was.
L:  “Sonny are you sure the model wasn’t two-timing you and ran off with
this Tom?”
S:  Shot him a look that would kill.  “Brenda wouldn’t do that.”  He sat
quiet for a minute then more quietly, “She’d at least tell me good-bye
first.”
M:  Patted Sonny on the shoulder.  “You’re right, Michael, she wouldn’t
do that to you.”
Sa:  “She hated him.  Grandma Jane sometimes wondered if she had shot
him on purpose.  She worried about him, but didn’t want to be around
him.  They hated each other but had formed a bond out of necessity and
survival.”
J:  “Sonny what’s Julia’s husband’s name?”
S:  “Tom, I think.  Wait.  Do you think?”
J:  “That’s exactly what I think.  Julia and her husband have been
involved in this thing form the start.”
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Brenda is still sitting on her stairs.  Tom starts to walk towards her
with a slight limp in his left leg; a slight reminder of a shooting
“accident” years ago.
T:  “You know Bren, she really does care about you.”
B:  “You stay where you are or I’ll take out your other leg,”  She says
with her hand precariously close to the gun by her side.  He stops just
in front of the first stair.  He sits down on it with his back against
the wall.  “I don’t want to hear a lecture about my sister.  I think
I’ve heard more tonight than I’m supposed to know, right?”  Tom nodded
yes.  “Just tell me what you came hear to tell me.  I don’t think it was
to spill your guts of all the secrets you have been keeping from me.”
T:  “No, hon it wasn’t.” She glares at him and he smiles a little.  “You
need to get packed up again.”
B:  Groans.  “Where to this time?  Is it safe to move?  They said
they’ll get Sara.”
T:  “We’re going to London to look them straight in the eyes.”
B:  Eyes go wide and she starts to wring her hands.  “You found it?”
T:  “Yeah, but it perished in a fire.”
B:  “Tom, we can’t go.  They’re to kill me if I don’t have it.”

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Chapter  9

Sorry guys, but I’m time warping things a little.  I wanted to speed up,
I couldn’t take anymore the scenes in the same places.  It’s about a day
and a half later.  Brenda and Tom are in London with Julia.  Sonny is on
his way there with Jason in tow.  They convinced Sara to stay behind
(she was very reluctant), but don’t expect her  to sit and do nothing
for long.  On to the story…

Tom opens the door to his and Julia’s flat in London.
T:  Steps inside and calls out, “Julia, we’re home!” Brenda walks in
behind him.
J:  She suddenly appears in the doorway and envelops Brenda into a hug.
“Bren, Oh my God.  I’ve been so worried about you.  How are you?”
B:  Hugs her back instinctively, then pulls back.  “I’m fine, Jules,
considering the circumstances,” she says as she glares at Tom.
J:  “I know things have been rough on you, but you’ve survived.”
B:  “Yeah, but what has it all been worth?  I can’t be with my husband,
and who knows where my daughter is?  She’ll probably never know who I
am.”  She turns away from them.  Tom has gone to Julia and wrapped an
arm around her.
T:  Whispering in to Julia.  “Leave her alone for now.  When she’s like
this it’s best to not talk to her, she might start throwing things at
you”  Gives her a knowingly glance.
J:  Raises an eyebrow. “Still stubborn as ever?”
T:  “If she was stubborn before I met her, she probably about ten times
worse now.”
B:  Turns around.  “You two know I’m still in the same room with you,
stop talking like I’m not here.”
J:  “Sorry, Bren.  You want to put your things in your room?”
B:  Picks up her bags.  “Yeah, I think that would be a good idea.  Then
we need to talk business.”
J:  “Sure thing.”
Brenda follow Julia to the guest room.
Once they are out of sight, Tom pulls out his cell phone and dials a
number.
T:  “She’s in London now.”
P:  “Good, does she have it?”
T:  “Yes.”
P:  “You’ve done good.  We’ll meet tomorrow as planned.”
T:  “We’ll be there.”
They hang up their phones.  Tom smiled.  The pieces were falling into
place now.  The threat would be removed soon and everything would be
back to normal, or as normal as things could be since he stole the last
nineteen years of his sister in law’s life.

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The next morning Brenda got up early, as usual, and walked into the
kitchen to pour a cup of coffee.  She didn’t sleep much anymore.  Her
dreams were haunted by the loving memories of her husband, and the last
few moments she had with her baby daughter before she said good-bye
forever.  Her thoughts were drifting around in a sea of what ifs, could
have beens, and should have beens, if her life had gone differently.  If
hadn’t of listened to Tom for so many years, and let Sonny help her.  If
she could have kept her daughter.  If she hadn’t been born as Harlan
Barret’s daughter.  If her mother had lived long enough to be a mother
to her.  If her father hadn’t died and left her and Julia to clean up
the mess.  If only.  She had to get out of the past and move to the
future.  Her only hope now was that she would be out soon.  Tom had
assured them last night that the he’d set the plan in action.  That damn
painting.  Who would have ever thought it would cause so much trouble?
Her thoughts were interupted when Julia and Tom came into the kitchen
hand in hand.
T:  “Good morning, hon.”
B:  Looked up and glared at Tom.  “I’m warning you Tom.”
J:  “Bren, he’s just trying to be nice.”
B:  “Then tell him to stop calling me hon and start calling me Brenda.”
T:  “Don’t worry about it Jules.  She doesn’t like me, so don’t push
it.”
J:  “I just don’t understand, after you have kept her from so much
trouble and she hates you.  I just don’t understand.”
B:  “He kept me out of trouble!?  He started my trouble!  He kidnapped
me from my home!! I didn’t have a choice if I wanted his help or not, he
just took me!”
J:  Turns to Tom.  “You just took her?  I asked you to convince her to
leave, not kidnap her. No Wonder she hates you.”
T:  “Julia I was just trying to help.”
J:  “But you just took her.”
B:  “Know what, this isn’t the issue right now.  We need to go over
what’s going to go down at that meeting again today.”
T:  “Julia, she’s right.”
J:  “Fine, but I’m not through with you.”
Tom sits down at the kitchen table across from Brenda and mouths the
words “thank you”  as Julia turns her back to pour herself a cup of
coffee.
There’s a loud knock on the door.  All three of them look at each other.

B:  “Jules, you expecting someone this early?”
J:  “No.”
The knock comes again, this time louder.  And a voice accompanies it.
V:  “Julia!?  Tom!? I need to speak to you right now.
All three of their eyes go wide.  This was not happening now.  It
couldn’t be.  Not when they were so close to ending things.

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Chapter 10

Brenda, Julia, and Tom are sitting at the kitchen table of Julia and
Tom’s flat.  There is knocking and a voice coming from the front door
that has them worried.
T:  “Brenda, I think it would be best…”
B:  “I know.  I’ll go to my room and won’t come out until he leaves, we
wouldn’t want Sonny to think I was alive, now would we.” Her eyes narrow
and glare at both of them.
J:  “Just think, this will be over soon and you will be able to face him
face to face.”
B:  “It won’t be soon enough.”  She gets up and follows her feet to her
room while her heart was desperately wanting to fling open the front
door and wrap her arms around her husband and never let go.
Julia got up to answer the door, where Sonny had just finished knocking
a fifth time.  Jason was telling him that they should come back at a
more convenient time when Julia opened the door.
J:  Tightening the strings on her robe, she looked at Sonny’s face.  It
was full of determination, not the sadness and loneliness it contained
the last time he had paid her a visit.  What had caused this change in
him?  “Good morning, Sonny.  What do we owe the pleasure of you waking
us and our neighbors at such an early hour of the morning?”
S:  “Brenda.  We need to talk about Brenda, now.”
J:  She opened the door wider so that Sonny and Jason could come in.
She sighed.  It was going to be another one of those days.  Tom and her
would spend all day convincing Sonny that he had to give up hope in
Brenda., then he would leave, not completely believing them and come
back again in a couple of months. She always felt slightly guilty lying
to him, but if it kept Brenda safe, it was worth it.  Something in her
gut told her that there was something off in this visit though,
especially since he had Jason Morgan in tow.  “Come in.”
Sonny and Jason stepped into the flat.
J:  Turned to Jason, “Hi Jason. I haven’t seen you since Brenda’s
memorial service.  How are you?”
Ja:  Gave her a cold, steely blue-eyed stare.  “I’m fine.”
J:  Thinking, he’s obviously still not a talker.  “Can I get you
anything to drink?  There’s a fresh  pot of coffee that Tom just made.”
She says as she leads them into the living room area.
S:  “No, but thanks.  Quit the small talk and get Tom.  We’re discussing
Brenda, whether you want to or not.”  Tom walks from the kitchen to the
living room (the two rooms are in view of each other).
T:  “Nice to see you Sonny, you too, Mr. Morgan.”
S:  “You’re just the man I’m looking for.”
T:  “What can I do for you?”
S:   “Start by telling me where my wife is.”
J:  Places the coffee cup she was holding on the coffee table and gives
him a sympathetic look and places her hands on his forearms, which he
shrugs off.  “She’s in heaven where she belongs, you know that.”
S:  “Don’t give me that.  Both of you know where she is and I’m not
leaving until you tell me what’s going on.”
T:  “Sonny, sorry man, but she’s gone.  She’s not coming back.”
S:  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you.  Where did you take her?  I know you
kidnapped her.  Tell me where she is.”
T:  “What are you talking about.  I did not kidnap your wife.”
S:  “Then why the h*ll were you traveling with her when she was
pregnant?”
T:  “I don’t know what you are talking about.  Where did you get this
information?”
S:  “Sara.”  Sonny saw Julia slightly gasp and eyes looked slightly
shocked for a minute, but then she put on that fake sympathetic look so
fast that if Sonny wasn’t so sure of what he saw, he would have thought
he imagined it.  Tom stood there, staring at Sonny.  He hadn’t flinched
once, but was sure Julia had blown it for them.  “My daughter.”  Sonny
continued on.
J:  “You found her?   You thought for sure she had disappeared, too.”
S:  “That’s what you wanted me to think, wasn’t it? She found me, and
now I’m going to find Brenda if it’s the last thing I do.”
Tom and Julia exchanged a look that made it clear to Sonny that they
were definitely hiding something.
Ja:  He’d been quietly looking around the living room and kitchen during
the whole confrontation looking for something that would help them.  He
had spotted it.  “Whose coffee is this?”
Everyone looked up at him like he was crazy.
S:  “Why does it matter Jase?  We’re trying to find Brenda and you’re
worried about coffee?”
Ja:  “This cup is warm.  Tom is holding a steaming cup in his hands.
Julia has one near her on the coffee table that she was holding when we
came in.  It too has steam coming out of it.  There must be someone
here; there’s no need to have three warm cups of coffee for two people.
S:  “She’s here I know she is.”
T:  “Now you’re jumping to conclusions.  An extra coffee cup doesn’t
mean that your wife is here.”
S:  “I know she’s here, I feel her.”
J:  ‘Sonny, you’re getting delusional.  You need to sit down and think
things out rationally.  That cup is there because I forgot I had a cup
and poured myself another one.”
S:  “I don’t buy it.  She’s here.  Are you going to show me where she is
or do I have to search your house.”
T:  “This has gone on long enough.  You are not going to search our
house.  Brenda is dead.  Accept it.  Stop all this nonsense.

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During all the confrontation going on, no one noticed a slight ringing
of a cell phone coming from the guest room.  Brenda quietly closed the
door, she had been intently listening to the confrontation.  Just the
sound of his voice made her feel better.  He was giving Tom a hard time,
and she laughed a little about that.  She picked up her phone, dreading
whoever was on the other line.
B:  “Hello.”
P:  “You’ve made a bad decision.”
B:  “And what would that be?”
P:  “He knows you’re alive.”
B:  “ I didn’t tell him.”
P:  “Mr. Morgan told him, because you contacted him.”
B:  “You threatened my daughter.  I was making sure she had protection.”

P:  “You’re daughter, Sara, right.  She’s become quite friendly with
Miss Brook Lynn Ashton in the last couple of days.”
B:  “Why are you telling me this?  What have you done?”
P:  “Turn your television on   Don’t disobey again.”  With that he hung
up.
Brenda frantically searched for a television in the guest room, but
there wasn’t one.  She prepared herself for whatever was going to meet
her in the living room.  With the phone still in her hand, she ran out
of the room.  She ignored the commotion she made and turned the
television on.  Questions were flying at her she ignored them.
B:  “Shut up! They did something to her, just shut up!”  She yelled as
the picture came into view.  “Julia what is the news channel?”  As the
picture became clearer, she realized that this would be on every
channel.  A plane had gone down and the screen was filled with  pictures
of burning plane pieces.
The announcer started talking:  “This just in from the US.  Flight 166
from Port
Charles Airport to London, England exploded in midair just minutes after
it took off.  No survivors are expected.  Reportedly on the plane,
although not yet confirmed was Miss Brook Lynn Ashton, daughter of the
ELQ billionaire Ned Ashton and L&B founder Lois Cerullo Ashton, and her
friend Sara James.  We will keep you updated on this tragic event.  The
camera panned the plane again, and the Port Charles Airport where people
had started to gather at the gate where the plane took off.
Sonny stared in shock at the television.  That couldn’t be right, could
it?  But he looked at Brenda, who confirmed it with her eyes.  Brenda
couldn’t take it.  She took the phone that she was still holding and
threw it across the room.  It hit a vase sitting on a bookshelf.  The
vase and the phone shattered to the ground.
B:  She looks at Tom.  “They won’t hurt her, you said. Did you see
that?  They killed her!  They killed my baby!  They killed my
godchild!”  Realization sank in as she sank to her knees with her arms
clutching her stomach and tears flowing freely.  “They killed my baby.
They killed my baby.” She cried over and over.  She barely noticed when
Sonny went over to her and gathered her in his arms trying to comfort
her.
S:  “Sweetheart, it’s okay.  We’ll get through this.”  In the back of
his mind he wanted scream and yell to make sense of what had just
happened, but as he looked at Brenda, he couldn’t.  She needed him.  She
looked up at him.
B:  “Sonny?”
S:  “Yeah?”
B:  “You need to leave.  You need to get out of here as fast as you can
and forget you were ever here.”

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