After clasping a necklace around her neck and brushing her hair vigorously, Isabelle Wheeler looks into the mirror and stares at her reflection carefully, impressed with what she sees. It seems that graceful aging seems to run in her family and every day, Isabelle is thankful for it. Now, looking at her watch, Isabelle takes her cell phone out of her purse and steps out onto the balcony overlooking the valley. She dials the required number and waits patiently for a reply.

"Rawlins Security. Phillip Rawlins speaking, how may I help you?"

"Good morning, Mr Rawlins. This is Isabelle Wheeler. I believe we spoke several days ago."

"Ah. Of course we did."

"I'm glad you remember. I want to know if the cameras will be set up by tomorrow evening."

"Absolutely Mrs Wheeler. As you requested."

"Good." Isabelle sighs and turns her back to the glorious view. "You can bring your equipment to the house tomorrow afternoon then."

"That's fine."

"Thank you Mr Rawlins." Isabelle snaps her phone shut and rubs her forehead restlessly. She really believes in her heart that she is doing the right thing for her daughter. But she desperately hopes that Lauren will see it the same way…

Napa Valley: California

The sun is shining brightly on the valley and the golden hue seems to illuminate the far-reaching valley as Lauren walks with Constance through a field. The familiar smell of sun scorched grass fills the air and Constance appreciates the glorious weather.

"It was never like this in London." She announces breaking the self imposed silence.

"I suppose not." Lauren replies wearily and keeps her eyes to the ground as they both tread carefully over the solid earth.

"Honey." Constance comes to an abrupt halt and turns to face her grand daughter. "I wouldn't have come out here if I knew you were going to be so quiet."

"I'm sorry…"

"No you don't need to be sorry. I just want to know what is wrong with you."

Lauren laughs at the question. "Where do I start?"

"The beginning is always a good place."

I don't think so Grandma. Even you wouldn't understand what is really troubling me. "Okay, if you really want to know, it's about John."

"Oh?" Constance raises an eyebrow and moves her feet, placing them more steadily on the ground.

"Mom doesn't seem to…well she doesn't approve of him."

"I know." Constance keeps her voice even but understanding. "She discussed it with me before she came back here for the wedding."

"And what do you think? Am I foolish to have taken him back? Do you think he is going to hurt me like mom does?"

"I had my doubts in the beginning. But even though you don't own the company any more, John has stayed with you. Surely he wouldn't do that if he was only after your money."

"So why can't she understand that?"

"Lauren, your mother has had her fill of untrustworthy men during her lifetime." Lauren's head shoots up and she casts a curious glance in Constance's direction. "Yes dear…even your father. And I have to say that I regret pushing your mother into the decision she made…to marry him. But she was pregnant and in those days…well things weren't as simple as they are now. You know your parents weren't ever happy."

Lauren nods knowingly. It was only catching Isabelle in bed with Ian Sanderson that made her realize just how unhappy her parents were.

"Well, she doesn't want you to make the same mistakes she did. She's been hurt so many times…and with John's history…you can see why she might be a little dubious about his motives."

"But I trust him now. I wish she would too." Lauren glances out over the fields and squints as she feels the sun burning her eyes.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, Lauren sees Constance stumble and rushes forwards to aid the frail woman. She grabs her grandmother's hand and pulls her steadily onto her feet. "Grandma? Grandma what's wrong?" Lauren keeps a hand on Constance's shoulder, bending down to get nearer.

"It's alright. I'm fine." Constance composes herself and smiles gratefully. "Don't worry."

"I am worried." Lauren scolds gently. "I think I should get you back to the house."

"Yes." Constance is breathless and feels her legs buckling slightly beneath her as Lauren guides her out of the field. "I think that might be a good idea."

Elliott and Russo: San Francisco

"Mr Wheeler!" David's secretary Cynthia stands to attention as he exits the elevator. She is waving an envelope in her hand and seems oblivious to the staring eyes from the rest of the office.

"Yes Cynthia?" David runs over and snatches the envelope from her hand, eager to control her outburst.

"This came today from your credit agency." She points at the letter he is opening. "It's your credit card bill. They called and I told them to send it here, seeing as you're not…living at home anymore. I didn't know what to do…"

"Great." David placates the tiresome woman and fantasizes briefly about firing her. He flips the letter open and casts his eyes down the page, grimacing at the excessive spending he has been doing recently. It is only when he reaches the bottom of the page that he finally appreciates the full extent of his continuous hotel stay. "What?" He shouts out and ignores curious glances from other people in the office.

"What is it?" Cynthia panics. "What's wrong?"

"Get Tommy on line one!" David bellows. He continues to babble as he walks to his office. "I was trying to escape from my lunatic wife, not bankrupt myself." Cynthia flinches as the office door slams shut.

"Tommy." David seats himself at his desk and throws his suit jacket onto the back of his chair.

"What do you want Dad?" A suspicious voice replies down the phone.

"I'll be blunt son. I'm moving back into the house tonight."

"What? No you're not…"

"Now you listen to me. Your mother is not dead and you have no reason to hate me any more."

"I think what you did in the court room was reason enough…"

"Your mother has been locked away for her own good. Why can't you see that?"

There is a moment of silence. "I still don't see why you have to come back here."

"Because these hotel bills are killing me. I can't afford it and I don't see why I should have to find somewhere else to live when I have a perfectly good home of my own." David leans back and taps his desk with a pencil.

"Fine."

"Seriously?"

"Yes. Just don't expect me to be here when you come back."

Tommy slams the phone down and David frowns at the slightly cryptic parting message. But at least I've not got my home back.

San Francisco General Hospital: San Francisco

Creeping down the corridor to avoid being identified, Julia wriggles in the ill-fitting candy stripe volunteer's apron she stole from a linen cupboard and inwardly chastises the inventor of polyester. If only Brooke Abbott hadn't have decided to come here, she wouldn't be wearing the damned thing. Clutching a stryofoam cup of coffee, Julia makes her way to the receptionist's desk that she is familiar with from Michael's stay and clears her throat upon reaching it.

"Yes?" The young receptionist looks up from her computer screen and smiles brightly.

"Hi…" Julia looks at the badge that the secretary is proudly displaying. "…Carly. I was wondering if you could give me a copy of the volunteer's…rota."

"Sure!" Carly beams, sickening Julia who curls her lip in distaste. Carly crouches down and begins to search through a drawer, looking for it. Seizing her opportunity, Julia leans over the desk and gently tips the lukewarm coffee out of its cup and onto the unfortunate woman.

"Aaahhhh." Carly jumps up and waves her hands about hysterically as the coffee begins to stain her white blouse.

"Oh dear!" Julia runs round and begins to rub violently on the stain with a tissue. "I'm so sorry!"

"What am I going to do?" Carly cries. "I'm new here. I don't want to get fired!"

"Well…it is quiet." Julia looks round. "Maybe if you go and clean up…I can cover you. I'm sure nobody important will notice. I'll just tell them you were ill."

"Hmm…I suppose I could." Carly starts to walk away. "I'll be as quick as a flash."

"Take your time!" Julia shouts after her and as soon as the irritating woman is out of sight, she sits down in front of the computer screen and begins to type furiously.

Morgan Janssen

With a beep, Morgan's medical details come up onto the screen. In the bottom right corner, Julia's own name is displayed as the person who paid Morgan's hospital fees. I can't have Brooke finding a connection… Julia thinks to herself as she presses delete and thanks God that Carly had already put in her password.

"Nearly done…"

"Mrs Wheeler?" A female voice calls from behind and Julia freezes in terror. "What are you doing?"

Julia turns round and sees Donna Hanson staring down at her. "I…"

"I didn't know you were volunteering."

"Yes. I have been for a while."

"And since when may I ask…" Donna crouches down and looks at the medical file that is on display. "…Have candy stripers been allowed access to the hospital computer system? Let alone private medical files?"

"I was simply…"

"Wasn't Morgan Janssen the woman who got killed a couple of months ago?"

"Was she? I…I…I wouldn't know. You see I am covering for Carly. She felt ill and I just…offered to sit here until she got back."

"Which is why you would be perusing private files. I don't know what you're doing Mrs Wheeler but I strongly suggest you take your uniform back to wherever you got it from and leave…now."

"Fine." Julia jumps up and rips off the apron. "I was only doing that wretched girl a favor." She throws the apron at a stunned Donna and heads off down the corridor. "But you can rest assured that I won't be donating any more money to this hospital any time soon!"

Wheeler Estate: Napa Valley

"Mother!" Isabelle cries as Lauren guides Constance into the hallway. She received a phone call from Lauren filling her in whilst they were on their way back to the house. "Are you alright? What happened to you?"

"Stop fussing. I just felt a little dizzy. It's nothing a quiet lie down won't fix."

"I really think we should call Dr Frank…"

"No!" Constance booms sternly. "Lauren, would you mind leaving your mother and me alone for a little while?"

"Of course." Lauren seems suspicious but decides to obey her grandmother's wishes. "I'll be out by the pool if anybody needs me."

"Thank you dear." Constance replies and watches her leave before heading into the sun filled drawing room.

"I don't know why you have to be so stubborn."

"Don't you lecture me!" Constance turns on her daughter. "I clearly need to have some strong words with you Isabelle."

"What are you talking about? Please don't get upset." Isabelle gently pushes her mother down onto the sofa.

"I'm not upset. I'm angry. Lauren told me about how you have been interfering in her relationship with John. They're married now. Despite any misgivings you may have, you have no business poking your nose into their relationship."

"I have not!" Isabelle snaps back vehemently but Constance can tell that she is lying.

"Don't bother trying to deny it. I know what you have been doing and it ends here, do you hear me? If John really is as bad as you seem to think he is then Lauren will find out soon enough. She is not stupid."

"I'm only trying to protect her…"

"There is a difference between trying to be protective and being overbearing. You're treading a fine line and I think you should just leave well alone because if you don't, Lauren may well never forgive you for it. Is it really worth jeopardizing a relationship you have only just managed to salvage?"

Isabelle circles for a while thinking about what her mother is saying. She's just too trustworthy. John is nothing but a gigolo and the sooner I get rid of him the better.

San Francisco General Hospital: San Francisco

Humiliated, Julia walks briskly across the parking lot and brushes down her crumpled burgundy silk blouse. She may have done what she came to do but bumping into Donna Hanson was not something she had planned. Especially if Donna really is dating Michael.

Controlling her anger, Julia fumbles in her purse for her car remote and presses a button. A horn and the flashing of lights indicate that the door is now unlocked. Julia pulls at the handle and opens the door but flinches when a hand from behind her slams it shut.

"Proud of yourself?"

"Excuse me?" Julia turns and faces Brooke Abbott who is trapping her against the car door. She is dressed in a smart beige suit and looks every inch the Beverly Hills wife.

"I see you've now covered all your bases."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Julia hits Brooke's arm off the car and pushes her blonde hair out of her face.

"You want me to believe Darren Kelly escaping from jail was just a coincidence."

"Mrs Abbott, I do not see what this has to do with me. I have things to do so would you just let me go?"

"I don't think so. Mark warned me about you and I want to know what you are up to." Brooke hisses.

"Leaving!" Julia yanks open her car door, pushing Brooke backwards and jumps into the driver's seat. She opens the window and speaks as she begins to drive away. "I can understand that you are upset Mrs Abbott. But making ridiculous insinuations about me is not going to help anybody. So take your lackey and your nouveau riche attitude and go back to Beverly Hills."

Wheeler Estate: Napa Valley

Waiting outside, Lauren rejects a sun lounger in favor of circling the pool, slowly. She keeps her head up, with an eye on the French windows leading into the house, in the event that Constance should come out to talk to her. Looking further upwards, Lauren can see John milling around in their bedroom and stops for a moment when she sees him edging closer and closer towards the chest of drawers.

For a moment Lauren dismisses her fear as paranoia about the letter, but then she sees John bending down and panicking, she rushes inside the house.

"Miss Lauren!" Pilar calls out as Lauren races through the kitchen and up the stairs. When she reaches the bedroom, she flings the door open and confronts John who is standing by the chest of drawers.

"What are you doing?" She demands to know.

"Getting my credit card." John looks bewildered and stands perfectly still waiting for Lauren to explain her outburst.

"Okay. Sorry." She pushes past him and stands with her back to the chest. "I've got a headache and I'm feeling a little touchy. Don't take it personally."

"You want me to get you an aspirin?" John puts a hand on Lauren's face and she nods. As he leaves the room, Lauren retrieves the letter from the chest and places it in her back pocket, ready to dispose of it.

Pacific West Industries: San Francisco

Hampered by a black blindfold tied around her face, Isabelle stumbles as Greg leads her into unfamiliar territory. She can smell his musky cologne as he holds her close to him but it is mixed with a different smell. That of freshly applied paint and Isabelle twitches her nose slightly.

"Here we are." Greg announces proudly.

Isabelle can feel a flood of light through the blindfold and moves her hands, signalling for Greg to take it off. "Don't keep me waiting." She whispers, a little worried that there might be other people in the room.

Silently, Greg lifts the blindfold from her face and she waits for a moment for her eyes to adjust to the sunlight. She is standing in a modern office with a huge window, which fills the back wall and gives a panoramic view of the city. There is no furniture in the large room but the walls are painted in pale blue and the wood effect flooring sends an echo as Isabelle begins to speak. "What is this?" She inquires.

"My new office." Greg stands in front of her and flings his arms out, luxuriating in the breathtaking view.

"Your office? I thought the whole point of you living in London is that you moved the Pacific West headquarters there…"

"But I'm not living in London anymore."

"What?"

Greg steps forwards and puts his arms around Isabelle's waist, pulling her in tightly. "I'm moving here to San Francisco…permanently."

"Greg!" She cries out. "Are you crazy?"

"Um, yes?" He responds with laughter. "But I started out in California and I don't see why I shouldn't end up here."

"Do you know how happy you've made me?" Isabelle gushes as she maneuvers Greg over to the window.

"Why don't you tell me?"

"I don't think I can." Isabelle reaches up and kisses Greg as the sun moves out from behind the clouds and shines brightly on the happy couple.

Madison Central Sanitarium: San Francisco

Mark's preconceptions are completely destroyed as he is led through the depressing building. He had expected Stephanie to be tied up in a padded cell but this is clearly not the case. The guards bring him outside the large, light recreation room and unlock the door pushing him inside.

He crosses his arms defensively and looks around for a sign of his sister who knows he is coming. He spots her, sitting in the corner, playing chess with a younger woman. She looks awful and the brown uniform is distinctly unflattering but it pleases Mark that Stephanie is not tied down to a bed. "Hey sis." He pats her on the shoulder making her jump.

"Mark!" She jumps up from her seat and wraps her arms around him tightly. He can see needle marks in her arm and realizes that she is probably high on medication.

Stephanie's chess opponent watches them jealously and Mark waits to be introduced. "Mark, this is Deirdre. Deirdre this is my brother Mark." Stephanie gestures slowly, her movements obviously impaired by drugs.

"Good afternoon Mark." Deirdre drones in a child like voice. Stephanie bends down and whispers something to her. Soon enough, she scurries off towards the television and Mark takes her seat

"I'm glad you're up and about." Mark starts the conversation.

"Yes. So am I." Stephanie's response is quiet but he senses something different in her voice. Could it be sanity? Regret?

"I'm sorry I haven't come to see you earlier. After what David did, I'm sure you wanted someone to talk to."

"Well Tommy has been here…David hasn't. David tricked me." The sentence seems melancholy and Stephanie doesn't utter her ex-husband's name with the same venom that she once did.

"I know. But you know what? You are going to get better, get out of here and prove to him that he can't grind you down."

"Maybe." Stephanie puts her hand on Mark's and looks up. She sighs, "Are you staying in town this time?"

"I don't know. I'm here to take care of something. I might go back to Los Angeles when it's finished."

"Oh." Stephanie frowns, "What is it?"

"Just some unfinished business about Morgan." He hesitates and then decides not to mention Julia Wheeler's involvement. He knows what kind of effect that could have on his sister. "The most important thing is that while I'm here, I can help you."

"You already have." Stephanie smiles, "I'm going to get better and make you and Tommy so proud of me."

"I know you will. I know."

Wheeler Estate: Napa Valley

John pats the horse he is riding and as the sun begins to set on the valley, he realizes that it would probably be wise to head back to the stables. The horse gallops at a consistent pace and John increases the speed as he sees Isabelle hovering by the stable door.

"So this is what you do all day." She calls out and he pulls the horse to a halt.

"Believe it or not Isabelle," John dismounts the horse and lands with a thud on the gravel below, "There isn't much call for an actor around these parts. And seeing as Lauren has no inclination to move back to LA, I'm just going to have to be one of the unemployed masses for a while. Is that okay with you?" He pulls the horse into the stables and Isabelle follows.

"Well, what if I offered you a very hefty sum. Would you go back to Los Angeles then?"

"Lauren would never move…"

"Without Lauren." Isabelle cuts across him and watches the look of temptation that takes over his face.

"Is this a trap?"

"Why? Tempted?" Isabelle goads him.

"I don't think so." John bolts the stable door and heads off down the driveway.

"I'll cut to the chase." Isabelle continues persistently. "Greg Masters has put ten million dollars into an account. That money can be yours if you go back to LA and divorce Lauren."

John turns to face her and feels blood rushing to his head as a sense of confusion plays with his mind. "You're crazy."

"No. But you would be if you didn't accept my offer."

"I love Lauren."

"You love her money. And she hasn't really got any of that any more. The money I'm offering you is in your account. You have until tomorrow evening to make up your mind."

Red Store Restaurant: San Francisco

"What would Julia want with Morgan's file?" Michael asks as he takes a sip of his red wine. Donna has noticed the mysterious disappearance of his wheel chair but is waiting until later before confronting him.

"I was hoping you'd know. She was your sister-in-law after all."

"Yes, well luckily I escaped that bond. Just keep an eye out for her at the hospital. I can't believe she thought she'd get away with it. Julia in a candy striper's uniform? Oh my God." Michael starts to laugh heartily and Donna joins in.

The pair's merriment is soon disrupted by the noise of a rowdy customer at the bar. Donna looks over but hides her head in her menu as the woman starts to shout at the bartender. Music continues to play in the restaurant, drowning out some of the noise but most of the patrons stop talking to try and listen to the raving woman.

"I said I want another vodka damn it, not a vodka martini! What is wrong with this town?" Sheslurs.

"Ma'am that is your last drink. I'm afraid I am going to have to ask you to leave." The restaurant's manager stands behind the bar, pleased that there is a barrier between himself and the drunken woman.

"Can you believe this?" She turns round on her stool to address the diners. "They want to th…th…throw me out of here? Do you know who I am?" She shouts at the manager.

"No I have no idea but whoever you are, we do not allow this kind of behavior here."

"Huh!" She slams her drink down on the bar and begins to walk through the maze of dining tables. "Michael!" She exclaims and horrified, Donna looks up, disturbed that her date is associated with the inebriated woman that is making her way towards the table.

"Oh my god." Donna turns her face and looks out of the window as Michael stands.

"Brooke? What the hell are you doing?" Michael grabs Brooke's arm and pulls her over.

"I've not had a very good day Michael." She starts to lose her balance. "I only want to know who killed my daughter…but she's always one step ahead."

"Who?" Michael asks.

"Julia. Always one step ahead." Brooke stumbles forwards and the contents of her martini glass land directly over Donna who jumps up from her seat with a scream.

"I'm so so…so sorry…" Brooke tries to help but more of the clear liquid pours out of the glass and Michael grabs her.

"I think we better get you home. You can stay at my place tonight." Brooke simply nods as Michael starts to lead her away. Donna follows. "Donna, please forgive me for this. I had no idea this would happen. I barely even know the woman."

"It's okay." Donna smiles weakly, humiliated. "Make sure you get her in bed. I think she's going to be a little sick tonight. Maybe I should come by your house tomorrow morning."

"That's a good idea. I'll give you a lift home." Michael, Donna and Brooke support each other as they leave the embarrassing scene behind.

The Palace Hotel: San Francisco

Isabelle places her hand on Greg's chest and rolls over to move closer to him. The expensive silk sheets are clamped down on the bed by her clothes.

"I guess you'll have to find a house too. I'd offer to let you stay with me but things are…a little crazy."

"All in due course. In fact I have a meeting with a real estate agent tomorrow. I'll take a look around. Shall I go for the city or Napa?"

"I don't know. Whichever you think is most appropriate. It doesn't really concern me. I'm not going to be the one living there."

"You might be." Greg blurts out and takes a sip from the glass of champagne, which is resting on the nightstand next to him.

"Excuse me?" Isabelle pulls at the sheets and sits up, suddenly alert.

"What if I wanted you to marry me?" The hypothetical question strikes a chord with Isabelle who is too stunned to reply. "Why are you so shocked? We were going to do it in England."

"Are you proposing to me?"

"Uh huh." Greg leans over and places the champagne glass back down.

"Okay then, I call your bluff. I'll marry you."

"Sure." Greg sniffs, pretending not to care. Isabelle laughs and kisses him before he replies fully. "When do you want to do it?"

"Not until things have calmed down. I have a lot of stuff I need to get through first. Guy for one."

"Still having trouble with him?"

"I don't know if I'll ever stop having trouble with him."

Wheeler Estate: Napa Valley

"Yes the apartment is mine." Mark seems irritated by the continuous line of questioning. Tommy and Jessica are sat opposite him in the drawing room, inquiring endlessly about Morgan's former apartment.

"Has anybody moved in yet?" Jessica asks.

"No. People are a little dubious about moving in…what with the history. The value of the whole Tuscedero block went down after…Morgan miscarried the baby."

Jessica squirms, remembering the tragic events that occurred there. Yet it still seems like a better option than her current abode. "How would you feel about renting the apartment to Tommy and myself?"

"You want to move out of this place?" Mark seems surprised. He knows that if he was still living in the mansion, he'd never want to leave.

"Yes. We want to move in together. So what do you say?" Tommy pushes his uncle.

"Sure." Mark throws up his hands. "If you're prepared to pay, you can take the place for as long as you want."

"I don't think so." Julia enters the room, followed by Lauren. They have both been listening from the doorway.

"Why not?" Jessica stands up and faces her mother defensively.

"The place is dangerous!"

"Nonsense!"

"Darren Kelly's escaped from prison for God's sake! Who knows what that crazy man will do next?"

"I don't think his grievances lie with me and Tommy mom. You're clutching at straws."

Mark steps in, "I've really got to go. Tommy, come and see me at the hotel tomorrow and I'll drive you over there. You can stay at home until then can't you?"

"Yeah sure." Tommy replies.

Mark walks out followed by Lauren who accosts him in the hallway before he can get out of the front door.

"This is ridiculous." She lambastes him.

"It's none of your business." Mark clasps the cold porcelain door handle and steps outside. He has one more comment to make before he leaves. "With Julia about, you've got bigger problems. Watch out for yourself Lauren."

The Palace Hotel: San Francisco

"Greg?" Isabelle moans as she wakes up from her slumber and casts an arm over to the other side of the bed. It is empty and the room is dark.

She leans over and switches on a bedside lamp, glancing at the clock and rubbing her eyes. It has only just gone eleven o'clock. "Greg?" She calls again, louder, hoping that he might be in the bathroom. But there is no reply.

"Where are you?" She sighs and drops her head back down on the pillow.

Guy's Apartment: Napa City

Greg is struck most by the dingy hallway, which he walks down to find Guy's apartment. Lights flash overhead from where the electricity is faulty and damp is setting in on the once white ceiling.

He hits the door hard with his knuckle and can hear the buzz of a television from inside. After only a brief interlude, Guy answers the door wearing only jeans. He has clearly been watching television lazily on the bed. Bedclothes are unmade and a pack of tortilla chips is lying by the pillow. Greg can not fathom why Guy would possibly prefer this to living at the Wheeler estate. His rightful home.

"Aren't you Isabelle's sugar daddy?" Is Guy's immediate reaction.

"I'm your mother's fiancé, yes. Can I come in?"

"If you really want to." Guy sniffs and steps back, letting Greg enter the apartment. "So what do you want?" He leaves the door open slightly.

"I've come about your mother." Greg looks round at the squalid conditions and hears police sirens wailing in the distance.

"I should've known." Guy pulls on a black t-shirt and stands impatiently.

"Why are you hurting her so badly? What has she done to you?"

"I think the fact that she didn't even know I was her son until a couple of months ago is a pretty good indication."

"But that was Martin's fault, not hers. You know what he did!" Greg clenches his fists in frustration.

"You don't have the first clue what you're talking about. How long have you known Isabelle? A few years? Three? Four?" Greg does not respond. "Well let me tell you something. I knew the Wheelers since I was a child and they are all the same. All money hungry vultures who's only redeeming feature is their business acumen. And now even that is lacking." Guy smirks.

"But you're one of them Guy."

Guy's facial expression changes and he points a finger at the door. "Get out."

"Hit a raw nerve did I?"

"I said get out." Guy grabs Greg forcefully and tries to push him towards the door but Greg turns and grabs Guy by the throat slamming him up against the wall with a thud.

"You listen to me! I don't know why you've still got this chip on your shoulder but I'm telling you to lose it fast. Or so help me I'll force you to apologize to your mother any way I can. And Cassie might put up with your vendetta for now…but don't count on it lasting long. It's getting very old, very fast." Greg lets go of Guy's throat and heads out the door, slamming it behind him.

Wheeler Estate: Napa Valley

The bedroom strikes Brooke as being unfamiliar as soon as she opens her eyes. The ceiling is spinning and she has no idea where she is…or even who she is.

Pulling herself out of the king sized bed, Brooke treads across the carpet and out of the door, down the hallway. It is dark but there is a light on in one of the bedrooms and Brooke heads towards it. Noisily, she opens the door and sees a man lying asleep in bed, obviously having forgotten to turn out the light.

Who is he? Her husband? No she doesn't have one. Oh yes. Michael. My knight in shining armor. Brooke approaches the bed and feels her head spinning again. Not knowing what she is doing, she crawls under the bedclothes and presses herself against Michael's body, immediately falling asleep.

* * *

"Grandma?" Lauren knocks on the door to the guest bedroom and sees that the bed is empty. Pulling her nightgown across her body tightly, Lauren goes to the bathroom door and sees Constance facing the mirror. In her hands is a bottle of pills, which she is struggling to undo. Several other bottles are lined up by the sink and Lauren notices that Constance's hands are shaking.

Constance looks in the mirror and seeing Lauren behind her, she attempts to disguise the bottles. "Yes?" She says softly.

"What is this?" Lauren takes the bottle, gently from her grandmother's hand and after unscrewing the lid, she looks at the label. "This isn't just aspirin is it."

"No." Constance sighs and she pops a pill in her mouth, swallowing it with a gulp of water from a glass next to her.

"What's wrong with you?" Lauren brings herself to ask although she is not sure that she wants to know the answer. "The dizzy spell in the fields today and now all of this medication…"

"I'm dying." Constance shouts shakily.

"No!" Lauren flings a hand to her mouth and grits her teeth together tightly, hoping to stop the oncoming tears.

"I've got pancreatic cancer. These keep the pain away for now." Constance motions towards the pill bottles. "But I haven't got long…and I want you to keep it a secret."

"I can't!" Lauren's voice begins to crack.

"Yes you can. For me." Constance puts her shaking arms around Lauren and holds her tightly. "Stay strong for me."

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