"No." Guy mutters to himself as he fumbles with his seat belt. His body seems to be moving jerkily and he is not watching what he is doing. All he can focus on is the overturned Mercedes lying on the road amidst a pool of shattered glass. The flames surrounding it are getting bigger and losing his patience, Guy rips the seatbelt away and jumps out of the car.

"We've got to get them out!" A stranger warns after leaving the safety of his own car. Many people have stopped, watching the drama unfold.

"Come on. Help me!" Guy shouts out as he races towards the flames. As soon as he reaches it, he jumps down to his knees and looks inside. A stray flame causes him to fly backwards but the smell of gasoline and the knowledge that they only have a matter of minutes draws him back again.

Several other strangers are at the other side of the car attempting to prize the door open and they manage to do so with a creek, reaching an unconscious Jake.

Sirens begin to wail in the distance but there isn't enough time to wait for them. Bending down again, Guy sees Lucas hanging upside down in his car seat. He isn't making any noise and a small stream of blood is trailing down his bald head.

"I'm gonna get you out of here." Guy says breathlessly. "I'm going to get you out." He reaches in, managing to grab hold of the baby in both hands and slides him out of the car seat. Clutching him to his chest, Guy glances around, a tear threatening to fall down his cheek. "Someone help! Where's the ambulance?"

A few yards down the street, Guy spots it and runs as fast as he can. His legs almost buckle as shock takes hold but adrenaline keeps him moving.

"Is it a head injury?" A female paramedic asks hurriedly as she yanks open the back doors to the ambulance.

"Yes…he…he's bleeding. You've got to help him." Guy hands his child over.

"Is anyone else trapped in the car?" A male paramedic appears from the front.

"Yes." Guy turns and gazes back to the crumpled Mercedes where Jake is being dragged out. Without saying another word, he runs over and offers his help. The paramedic chases him but is unable to keep up. Eventually he arrives just as Jake is freed from the wreckage. Apart from some scratches and a large bruise, he doesn't appear to be seriously hurt but he's still not conscious.

"We've got to get away from here." One of the helpers warns. "The car's going to blow."

The group begins to drag Jake's body away from the car, his heels dragging along the tarmac as they do so. When they get near the ambulance they rest him on the ground and the paramedics begin to pull him inside.

They only just manage to succeed before there is a rumbling thunder like sound behind them and orange flames engulf the car. The explosion causes pieces of metal to fly through the air and screams can be heard from the gathering crowd.

Donna's Apartment: San Francisco

"Out of all the places we could have chosen…" Donna smiles to herself as she zips up her suitcase and drags it off the bed.

"It's not too late to back out you know." Michael reminds her, rushing forwards to help her with her bags.

"No. We decided to get married there and that is what we are going to do. Besides with all the drama going on in both our families at the moment, I think it's best we do things quietly. It could be a year before we manage to get the whole family together anyway."

Wheeling Donna's suitcase out of the bedroom, Michael opens the front door and flicks off the light in the hallway. He is about to leave but stops suddenly and glares down at the floor with a pensive expression.

"Problem?" Donna asks, quickly grabbing a brush from her purse and running it through her hair.

"No. I just want to make sure you don't have any second thoughts. You are entering the vipers' nest so to speak. And there's always the chance that Bobby may not take too kindly to what we're doing."

"My father is not a part of my life."

Michael sighs, "No, Donna he is. Like it or not he is a very big part of your life. Our lives. You have to be absolutely certain you're making the right decision."

"How many times do I have to tell you?" Donna reaches up and kisses his lips tenderly. "I want to marry you. I want to be the ball and chain you complain about when you have a poker night with the boys. Capisce?"

Michael grins and kisses her back, "Okay. Let's go."

He drags two suitcases across the hallway to the elevator and Donna shuts the front door of the apartment behind her. Taking a deep, cleansing breath, she mutters, "Las Vegas here we come."

Elliott House: San Francisco

"Do you like your pasta David?" Stephanie asks as she leans back in her seat. She is holding a glass of red wine in her hand which she swirls around casually.

David scowls and looks at Tommy who is sitting to his right. "It's the same as it always was."

"Meaning?"

"Just drop it."

"No. If you don't like it don't eat it." Leaning forwards, Stephanie tips the contents of her glass on top of her husband's meal and watches as the pasta becomes soaked with red wine.

Tommy sniggers but David is less than amused, "What the hell did you do that for? You crazy cow."

Stephanie shrugs but is prevented from replying when the sound of the doorbell fills the house. She gets up and grabs David's plate leaving him to answer the door.

He rolls down his shirt sleeves as he wanders through the hallway and opens the front door with a sigh. "Adrienne?"

"Yep. It's me."

A gesture of her hands diverts David's eyes to a fully packed suitcase which is resting at her side. "What's that?" He points towards the offending item.

"It's uh…it's my belongings."

David hesitates, his eyes almost bulging as he is unable to tear them away. "Why do you have it here with you?"

"Because I…" Adrienne looks around her into the darkened street. "Look can I come in?"

"If you want." David replies, hoping that Stephanie won't flounce through the house and bump into his visitor.

Adrienne pulls her suitcase into the hallway and then moves into the living room where she sheds her coat, making herself very much at home. "I've left Travis."

"Why?" David is stunned.

"He knows about us. He saw us together at the Marriott the other night."

"Oh God." He moves forwards and places his hands comfortingly on Adrienne's shoulders before adding foolishly, "So where are you going to stay?"

She grins with a flick of her blonde hair, "Well I was planning on staying here."

The expression on David's face removes the need for words and Stephanie is quick to notice it when she enters the room smiling. "Is there something I can do? Perhaps you'd like me to make up the spare bedroom."

Adrienne is clearly unnerved by her presence, "No it's…"

David raises a hand "There's no need to do that because she's not staying."

"What?" Adrienne spins round, horrified.

"This is all going too fast. And I can't afford to be cited in a divorce case. We have to end this."

"No!" Adrienne surges forwards and grabs David's shirt. "You can't do this to me! What am I supposed to do?"

"That's not my problem." David shakes her off.

"How can you be so harsh?" Stephanie steps into the argument. "Think this over."

"Stay out of this. Adrienne I'd prefer it if you just left."

"Fine." She spits, her vision blurred by tears. "Thanks for the help Stephanie."

San Francisco General Hospital: San Francisco

"Is it just the head injury?" A doctor shouts across the busy bustle of the ER. A group of nurses follows him as he runs towards Lucas who is being pushed inside.

"Yes." One of the paramedics replies and pulls himself away from the baby, allowing the hospital staff to take over.

"Can you help him?" Guy almost cuts across, breathing rapidly. Behind him, a now conscious Jake staggers in from the night, having refused a gurney.

"As soon as we check for any major damage." Dr Choi replies. There is a slight hint of a Chinese accent in his voice and he adjusts his glasses, pushing them up the bridge of his nose.

"Good." Guy nods to himself, desperate for reassurance.

"I'm sure he'll be fine." A familiar male voice chimes in and Guy pivots to see Jake facing him. He is wringing his hands guiltily.

"Don't even talk about him. You did this!"

"I didn't mean to." Jake responds as Lucas is wheeled away. They have been left alone in the waiting area of the ER.

"You didn't mean to." Guy scoffs. Then he sees red. Pulling his fist back he thrusts it forward, causing it to land squarely in Jake's face. A stream of blood spurts out of his nose and Guy rushes forwards to finish the job. He grabs Jake by the throat and smashes him against the wall before landing another devastating blow to his stomach.

"Stop!" A policeman shouts from the nearby entrance and pulls Guy away. His clothes and hair are disheveled yet he has sustained no injuries.

"He's my son!" Jake hollers as another policeman comes to his side in case he decides to retaliate. "Don't you think I care?"

"You drove through the light you bastard! You're no father to Lucas!"

"I'm more of a father than you'll ever be! You're just a hanger on!"

Guy lunges for Jake again but is unable to break free from his restraints. The policeman begins to drag him away and every person in the ER turns to watch as he loses control. "I'll make you pay. I'm gonna make you pay!"

Masters Mansion: San Francisco

Travis mounts the stairs hesitantly, leaving Greg and Danielle to sit in silence in the living room. Adrienne returned home over an hour ago but refused to say a word to anyone and headed straight upstairs. Now Travis is going to find her.

He reaches the landing and strolls towards the bedroom, his hands placed nervously in his pockets. There is no sound coming from inside.

"Adrienne?" Travis opens the door and repeats it again, "Adrienne?"

His only greeting is a weak moan coming from the bathroom. Her suitcase has been opened and the contents thrown around the room which looks as though a tornado has hit it. Furrowing his brow, Travis gently pushes open the white bathroom door and recoils when he sees his wife on the ground.

She is on her knees, grasping a vodka bottle in one hand and pills in the other. When she turns her head to acknowledge him, he realizes that she hasn't taken any. "Good evening, darling…love of my…life." Adrienne puts the bottle to her mouth and attempts to laugh but she chokes and vodka streams down her neck. Damp patches form on the front of her purple blouse but she does not seem to notice.

"Why are you doing this?" Travis gets down to the cold tiled floor, his hands fumbling to find a space that isn't covered with pills.

"He doesn't want me."

"Who? David?"

Adrienne nods and whispers, "David. He's got Steffy…now."

"So…what, he didn't want you to move in with him and you turned to drink?"

The words cause Adrienne to begin laughing hysterically, "It's the only friend I've got left."

Travis puts his hands to his face before letting out a frustrated groan. "Oh for God's sake! What is wrong with you? Do you want your father to find you like this? Or Danielle?"

She shrugs, "I don't care anymore."

"That's the drink talking…"

"No!" Adrienne shoots him an angry look. "Don't blame it on the drink. The drink dulls the pain, it doesn't talk!"

"Don't be so selfish! There wouldn't be any pain if you hadn't slept with him. Deal with it."

"Fine. If you're going to be like that." Adrienne struggles to lift the bottle. It's weight seems to be too much for her and some of the vodka sloshes out onto the floor. Ignoring this, she finally manages to put it to her lips and tilts her head back, allowing the burning liquid to travel straight down her throat.

At first Travis is too disgusted to move but he soon lunges forwards and puts a hand on the bottle. "Give it to me."

"Get…off…my bottle!" Adrienne fights him furiously, her body sliding across the floor which is now soaked with vodka.

Travis puts a free hand on her arm and squeezes it until she the bottle comes free but he loses his grip on it and it drops to the floor, smashed glass glistening.

"Look what you've done."

Grabbing his wife's arm, Travis pulls her limp body out of the bathroom to get away from the glass. In the new surroundings, she seems to become calmer and flings her arms around his waist.

"It's okay." He soothes her, feeling slightly uncomfortable holding her like this. The marriage is over.

"You love me don't you Travis?" Adrienne slurs. A moment of empty silence fills the air but he steps in.

"Yes…of course I do."

"I hate David. I want to kill him…and wipe the smile off his face."

So do I. "I think you need to get to bed."

There is a knock on the door but unfortunately it is already open and Greg enters, staring at the pair in disbelief. The lingering smell of vodka is heavy in the air. "Jesus. What happened?"

"David ended the affair." Travis addresses him, his voice deep with bitterness.

"But don't worry." Adrienne interrupts and pulls away from her husband. "This won't happen again. Ever again."

Library: San Francisco

"No, all of our newspapers are on microfiche now." The attractive library assistant informs Isabelle across a sturdy oak counter.

"Would it be possible for me to see them today? I mean I don't have to book or anything do I?" Isabelle prepares to dive into her purse for her diary just in case.

"Ordinarily you would. But several machines are going to be vacant until this afternoon so you may as well make use of them. It's a good thing you came in so early."

Isabelle forces a smile, "Well hopefully the early bird catches whatever it is I'm looking for."

"Let's hope so. Could I take your name please?"

"Isabelle Masters."

Clearly finding it to be familiar, the woman chuckles nervously. "You used to be Isabelle Wheeler didn't you?"

"Yes."

"I thought so. Now what timeframe are you looking for. There are several months worth on each role."

Isabelle taps the counter lightly as she ponders the question. "Um…perhaps anything from March 1991 up until July of the same year."

"No problem ma'am. Please wait for a moment." The assistant moves into a small adjoining room, the walls of which are lined with row upon row of small wooden drawers. She opens one after reading the label and efficiently pulls out a small box which she brings back out to Isabelle. "Would you like to follow me?" She beckons and moves across the library before ascending a wide staircase, leading to one of the galleries.

As she follows the woman to the top of the stairs, Isabelle is greeted by a line of machines, only three of which are being used. She is led to one in the corner and takes a seat in front of it as the assistant loads the reel onto the machine. "I don't expect I'll be very long."

"You've got until twelve o'clock so you don't need to rush." A light whirring sound indicates that the machine is ready for use. "Have you used one of these before?"

"Yes."

"So you know all of the controls?"

"I do."

"Right." The woman sniffs. "I'll leave you to it then."

Isabelle waits until she is out of sight and then begins to zoom through until she reaches the date of Vanessa's death. March 29^th 1991.

As she had expected, the front page of the newspaper is covered with news of the accident. A huge picture of Vanessa surrounded by Greg, Travis, Adrienne, Will and Danielle accompanies the report and sends a chill down her spine. She was a regal looking, blonde haired woman with a warm smile.

The text itself includes nothing that Isabelle doesn't already know and she begins to zoom through again, causing the machine to make a louder noise.

One word in the headline of an April edition catches her attention and she focuses on the article.

Tycoon's wife in drug death scandal

Isabelle skim reads until she reaches the third paragraph.

I don't believe she was suicidal. Isabelle thinks to herself as she desperately tries to find more information. Which means…that someone must have killed her.

Wheeler Estate: Napa Valley

Jessica collapses onto the sofa with a sigh as she hears the doorbell ring and switches on the television to drown out the noise. She isn't in the mood for seeing anyone and if it's for John then Pilar is around to answer it.

"This not good idea. Please go." She hears Pilar imploring as the front door closes and raising an eyebrow, she rises to go and find out who is causing so much trouble.

But before she can get to the middle of the room, her worst nightmare steps out in front of her, speaking softly. "Hello Jessica."

"Stephanie!"

"I think we need to talk."

Pilar steps in between the two women, "I told her to leave but…"

Confused, Jessica decides to face the situation and dismisses the maid. "It's okay Pilar. You can leave us both alone." As soon as the woman has gone she backs into the living room, her tone becoming frosty. "Why are you here?"

Stephanie moves slowly, not wanting to scare her and holds up a hand. "I haven't come to attack you if that's what you're thinking."

"Where would I get an idea like that?" Jessica remarks with sarcasm.

"I know you're still angry about what happened between us."

"Damn right I'm angry. You held a gun to my head Stephanie!"

The older woman nods, "I know I did but I'm not like that now. You have to believe me. I got help."

"Good. Because you certainly needed it. Is that what you came here for then? To convince me that you're one of the good guys now?"

"No." Stephanie is firm. "I came here to talk about Tommy."

The mention of his name only thickens the tension in the room and despite the distance between the two women, Jessica is unable to shake off her feeling of uneasiness. She wraps her arms around her stomach, holding herself tightly before replying. "Don't tell me you're trying to split us up. After everything I did for you…"

"No!" Stephanie raises her voice higher than she had anticipated. "That's not it at all. I'm encouraging the relationship. Honestly I am."

"So what you think I need your blessing? Well I've got news for you Stephanie, I don't."

"You never used to be like this."

"To be honest, I'm surprised you even remember, the state you were in at the time."

"Okay I deserved that one. But slinging insults at me isn't going to make anybody feel better. I know that the whole…wedding debacle…and my release is making you uncomfortable about being with Tommy."

"Yes! It was the prospect of meeting you again that made me feel this way. But I guess that means nothing now. You know I could have you put in jail just like that for coming here." Jessica clicks her fingers for emphasis.

"Uh huh. And I still risked it. That should tell you something."

"Like?"

"Like how much I am willing to sacrifice for Tommy's happiness. And in a way…yours too."

Jessica laughs, "That's funny you see, because I must have missed this maternal side of your nature when you were trying to murder my mother."

"Would you just listen to me?" Stephanie snaps and is met with silence. "I shouldn't be a part of your relationship with my son. It's between you two. All I want is for you to promise me that you won't blame Tommy for my mistakes."

Forced to back down, Jessica drops her arms to her sides and nods, taking a deep breath. "I promise."

"Good. That's all I wanted. Now in the future…I'll try to keep out of your way as much as possible." Stephanie's expression is strained as she leaves the house but she knows inside that she's achieved what she came here to do.