The sound of the lock rattling awakens Julia with a start and running a hand through her knotted hair she sits up on the bed. The drapes are still open where she'd forgotten to close them last night. I made it through the night. She suddenly realizes as the door opens. He didn't kill me after all.

Pleased with her respite, she smiles briefly but the appearance of Bobby in the doorjamb puts a sharp stop to any feelings of happiness. She is thankful to spot a glass of orange juice on the tray Bobby is carrying as she notices that her throat is sore from screaming. Of course it could be poisoned.

"Here you are my love." Bobby sets the breakfast tray down at the foot of the bed and steps towards her.

"Your love? Lust I could believe but not that."

"You doubt my feelings for you?" Bobby asks with a sardonic grin. "That's just too bad. I brought breakfast for you."

"I noticed."

Interpreting that as a request to eat some, Bobby leans over to pick up a bowl of fresh fruit salad from the tray and passes it to Julia. Unsure of what exactly to do with it, she stares into the multi-colored mass.

"I don't smell bitter almonds." She pokes about with a spoon.

"Why don't you try some?"

"I don't know." Julia stares at it for a moment longer but decides against it and picking the bowl up in her hand, she propels it against the wall with as much force as she can muster. Sticky fruit juices trickle down the white paintwork and satisfied she turns to face her husband. "Why don't you eat it?"

"Okay. If you're going to be like that…" He begins to leave but Julia stops him.

"Tell me, why didn't you kill me last night like you said you were going to?"

He turns, "Because Giorgio informed me that there were a few glitches that needed to be ironed out before it went ahead. Like with your will for instance. Don't worry. Everything is ready now."

Smiling seductively despite the inner terror she is feeling, Julia begins to crawl down the bed to Bobby and runs her hands over his chest. "Wouldn't you much rather have me dead than alive? We have so much fun together."

"As true as that is, I need money. I don't need fun."

"Really?" Unbuttoning his shirt with slightly shaking hands, Julia reaches up and kisses him roughly on the lips. As she runs a hand over his torso, Bobby places a finger under the straps of her dress but stops suddenly and pulls away.

"What is this all about?"

Julia leans over more, not wanting him to get away. "You don't have to kill me. You can have everything…me included."

Bobby smiles as he begins to button his shirt up and moving to the door he takes out the key. "I'll think about it."

San Francisco General Hospital: San Francisco

"I'm glad to see you've managed to sort out your differences." Dr Choi steps into the small private room. Lucas is lying in a crib connected to machines so that he can be constantly monitored. Guy is sitting at his side and Jake is leaning against the far wall, staring at a fan on the ceiling.

"Only because the police have been around." Guy mutters and gets up from his seat.

Dr Choi nods, "Alright. Let's hope it can stay that way. I've come because we are hoping to track down the child's mother. Cassandra Wheeler?"

Guy frowns at the question, "She's in Cleveland. I've tried calling her already but her cell is switched off and she's not at the hotel. Why do you need her?"

"We were checking the files and she would be a perfect blood donor match. If she really can't get back here before tonight, then we can try using Jake. Or yourself if it comes to that."

Jake averts his gaze from the fan and stares at the two men. "Take mine. I'll come down with you now if you want. Guy can keep trying to get hold of Cassie." As he steps towards the doctor, he absent-mindedly plays with a tear on the sleeve of his black sweatshirt.

"As if he hasn't got enough of your blood in him already." Guy puts a hand to his shoulder, which has suddenly started aching.

"You better shut your mouth uncle or I'll…"

"You'll what?" The force with which Guy shoots forwards causes the chair he was standing by to fall with a clatter.

"Stop this." Dr Choi warns sternly and stands between them. He looks back at Jake, "Mr Wheeler, if you're willing, we can go down to the lab now."

"Yeah I'm willing." Jake sneers at his enemy as he is lead out of the room.

Relieved by his absence, Guy turns and puts a hand into the warm plastic crib. He watches one of Lucas's minute fingers twitch and smiles. "You'll live through this. You've got to."

Elliott and Wilder: San Francisco

As he steps off the elevator into the Elliott and Wilder law offices, Greg is immediately impressed by the clean, stark layout and atmosphere of professionalism. It also strikes him just how negligent he has been that even though his own son-in-law works here, this is the first time he has paid a visit without requiring a lawyer's services.

At the far left corner, next to the conference room, David Elliott's office waits for him although the door is tightly shut. But a piece of wood is not going to stop Greg from carrying out what he came here to do. Not when he feels angrier than he has in months.

Noticing a secretary tapping away busily on a computer keyboard, Greg goes over to her and looks down at the name card on her desk. "Hello Cynthia. I'm here to see Mr Elliott. Is he busy?" The silky smooth charm is just a way of quelling any fears that she might have.

"I'm sorry. Do you have an appointment?" Her vacant eyes stare back at him.

"No I don't. But I am an old friend." He looks round to David's office, "And I know that he would want to see me."

Cynthia smiles. His charm has obviously worked. "Let me just give Mr Elliott a buzz." She pushes a red button on the intercom to her side and David's preoccupied voice drones through the speaker.

"What is it Cynthia?"

"There's a man here to see you. He doesn't have an appointment."

A loud sigh can be heard, "Would you care to take his name?"

"It's me David." Greg perches himself on the desk and takes over the intercom. "I've got a proposition that I think we need to discuss."

"Alright. Come in." Ordinarily David would most likely be fearful of a confrontation with the high and mighty Mr Masters. But Stephanie's irksome presence has made his anger levels skyrocket and this might just be the perfect outlet.

Greg strides into the office with an air of confidence and a stony expression. "I'm surprised you were so willing to see me." He slams the door behind him.

"Why? Do you think I should be afraid?" David switches off his computer and leans back in his leather chair.

"You know you should. Adrienne came home last night and considered committing suicide…because of you."

"What? If she did, don't try and pin it on me."

Greg ignores him, "She was on the bathroom floor with a bottle of vodka and sleeping pills…desperate."

"Well I didn't stuff pills down her throat." David snaps. "Perhaps instead of barging in here and acting like the Godfather, you should see about having your daughter put in an institution."

"Then that would be another woman you've driven insane."

David chuckles, "What did you hope to achieve by coming here?"

"Justice." Greg's answer is immediate and he stares into the eyes of his daughter's former lover. "You dumped Adrienne when she needed you the most."

"I had to. Because of Stephanie. She's a dangerous woman and I don't know what she might do." David seems a little more unnerved.

"Bull!" Greg blares back at him. "You can't use your ex-wife as an excuse any more. If she was still ill she wouldn't have been released! So what excuse can you use now?"

"You know what? I don't have to make any excuses. Not to you. Now I want you to leave." Slamming a fist down on his desk, David gets up and moves towards the door but before he can get to it, Greg grabs his tie and shoves him backwards into his chair.

"I'm not going anywhere yet and neither are you, you little worm." Greg leans over him menacingly, a glint of fury reflecting in his eye. "Do you like your life David?"

Sitting up in his chair, David smirks. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Well you better just make the most of it. Because I am going to see to it that you get what's coming to you once and for all."

The words ring in David's ears as Greg storms out of his office and he eyes a letter opener furiously, wishing that the older man was still present. But he's not. And the only way of dealing with David's anger is by breaking down the cause of his problem.

As he moves over towards his telephone, David notices Cynthia staring in at him but decides to ignore it as he dials and waits for a reply.

"Good morning this is the Fernbanks Spa. I'm Heather. How can I help you?"

"This is David Elliott." An evil grin breaks out on his face. "I need you to do me a favor."

Kingsley House: Cleveland

Cassie parks the car carefully across the street. Lauren had been in no state for driving after making a decision to meet Megan this morning. Looking over, Cassie notices that she is still shaking now and speaks to try and stop her from mulling over the worst case scenario.

"We've got at least a week left in Cleveland. If you want to wait before you do this you can."

Lauren shakes her head and brushes down her navy blue top. She chose to dress down, not wanting to intimidate her daughter. "The sooner I get this done the longer I have to…sort out any problems."

Cassie reaches over and pats her hand before turning off the engine. "I'm sure there won't be any. How could she not like you?"

The compliment makes Lauren smile but it soon fades. "Because she could take after Ian."

The startling truth is enough to end the conversation and without saying another word, Cassie gets out of the car. As soon as Lauren's door is shut, she locks it and steps off the pavement to follow her sister-in-law who is half way across the street.

Reaching the same pace, they walk up the driveway towards the pleasant but typically suburban detached house. It is painted white and there are shutters on the windows but they look as though they haven't been used for years.

Raising a shaky finger, Lauren presses the doorbell and waits. She almost wants to close her eyes so that she doesn't have to come face to face with her daughter but it would be futile anyway.

The door is swung open and Megan is surprised. She pushes a stray wisp of hair out of her face before speaking. "It's…you." The primary surprised appearance disappears and Megan becomes a little flustered. "I don't mean to be rude but how did you find my address?"

Lauren glances to the ground before summoning the courage to look her daughter in the eye. "You sent it to me Megan. I'm your mother."

Fernbanks Spa: San Francisco

Pushing her way through the glass doors of the spa's entrance, Stephanie breezily slides her sun glasses up into her hair and smiles as she reaches the reception desk.

It is one of the most expensive beauty establishments in the city with every cent on display. The floors are made of gray marble and are accented by white fittings. There is also a liberal use of glass which makes the space seem a lot bigger than it actually is.

Taking a deep breath as she waits for the receptionist, Stephanie inhales the smell that she used to be so familiar with. In those days, she never would have dared go out looking like she does now. Her hair is longer than it has ever been and the subtle highlights have nearly grown out. Now is the time to get back some confidence and primp her appearance.

"Sorry I kept you waiting." The receptionist finally appears, distracting Stephanie from her thoughts. She is a young woman with lily white skin and cascading blonde hair.

"That's quite alright. I've got an appointment for midday."

"Can I take your name please?" The woman opens up the correct page of her appointment book.

"Stephanie Elliott."

"Oh." The name finally causes the receptionist to look up and it doesn't take her long to recognize her face. "I'm afraid we have a problem with your account."

"That's no big deal." Stephanie pulls her ID card out of her purse and slides it across the desk. Several customers are watching the scene unfold and to Stephanie's chagrin, the receptionist holds up a pair of scissors and snips the card in half. "What's going on?"

"I'm afraid your membership at this spa has been canceled Mrs Elliott."

"Canceled? By who? This had nothing to do with me!"

"We are not at liberty to divulge…"

"David!" Stephanie exclaims, raising her voice. "He did this didn't he? He's trying to push me over the edge again. I never should have told him I was coming here."

"To be frank." The receptionist leans forward and becomes firm, "We also have qualms about serving a felon."

"I did not go to jail and I am not a felon. I may have had a mental illness but I'm cured now."

"I'm sorry." The infuriatingly smug woman replies. "But we can't take that big a risk."

"I hope you're happy." Stephanie's voice wavers but she refuses to break down in public. "I have never been so humiliated in my entire life." Grabbing her sunglasses from her head, she snaps them shut and drops them in her purse before moving back across the gray marble to the door.

As she pulls it open, she hears a customer's voice speak behind her. "Good riddance."

The disrespectful words make her become rigid and turning around, she shoots an angry look towards the woman responsible. "What did you say?"

Her anger means nothing to the woman who is sitting by a sink to have her hair washed. Pursing her lips together, she answers defiantly. "I said good riddance."

"How dare you. You know nothing about me."

"How dare I?" The auburn haired woman begins to chuckle heartily causing Stephanie to finally snap.

"Oh save your Mr Ed impression for a county fair lady."

A security guard begins to move in with the woman's husband but is powerless to step in until a fight breaks out. Stephanie walks over to the woman who is still seated in her chair. However, her smile has been caused to fade by the well-timed remark and she speaks slowly. "I know what you are. Your face was all over the papers. You tried to kill an entire family."

"Norma…" Her husband tries to interject but Stephanie waves a hand to keep him quiet.

"Do you believe everything you read in the papers?"

"You're not trying to tell me it was all lies! Prove you didn't just get released from a sanitarium. Everyone in here knows it's the truth anyway!"

"Okay, so doesn't the fact I got released say something to you? Like that I'm better now?"

"Huh." Norma scoffs. "You're in here making a scene aren't you? Get out of my sight and leave whilst you still have some dignity."

"Oh that disappeared a long time ago."

"Obviously you mad woman! What kind of a sicko burns down a church anyway?"

Choosing not to reply, Stephanie leans over the sink and turns on the tap. Then grabbing the shower attachment, she holds it up and sprays a jet of water into the woman's face before relenting.

The security guard rushes over but his attempt is futile as she is moving towards the door. The running make-up and horrified expression on Norma's face is enough in the way of revenge.

Before she leaves, Stephanie turns and glares at the woman's husband with a raised eyebrow. "You have my sympathy."

Masters Mansion: San Francisco

"Do you think Dad's gone to confront him?" Adrienne questions her husband as she sips a lukewarm cup of tea. They are both sat in the conservatory but the warm haven provides little comfort. Their minds are too busy thinking about David.

Travis shrugs, "I wouldn't be surprised. It's about time somebody did."

"Yeah but you know my father…he might become a little extreme."

"Let him." Travis clasps his hands together and turns to see Danielle standing in the doorway. She is staring at them both with a disdainful expression and there is a suitcase next to her.

"Honey?" Adrienne finally notices her too and sets her tea down before getting up from her seat. "What's with the suitcase. You're not going somewhere are you?"

"What do you think? Of course I'm going somewhere. Away from you two."

"Well would you care to explain?" Adrienne stares at her in disbelief as Travis does nothing.

"No, not really but I suppose I may as well tell you the truth. I'm going back to Oxford early. It should be more peaceful than staying here. You're both starting to drive me insane."

Travis springs up from his seat, "I think you need to learn some manners young lady…"

"No Dad, I think you need to grow up! Both of you do. It's disgusting having to watch you both act like horny teenagers at a keg party. Even my friends at college are more mature than both of you and need I say that they are probably not as over-sexed either."

"Danielle, darling, please." Adrienne rushes to her daughter's side and puts a hand on her arm. Danielle only tolerates it because she doesn't want to argue over something so petty. "We've had our problems and you know that. Now we're working through them. This time is different."

"That's funny Mom because last night you said there were no more chances for your marriage. Of course that's before David threw your out on your ear. I wonder who you'll choose next. And Daddy? I'm sure there are plenty of willing twenty year olds out there for you. I heard that's what men go for when they're in the middle of a mid life crisis."

Travis rubs his forehead and sighs, "This is not a mid-life crisis and it is not just about sex. You don't understand the complications."

"Oh please." Danielle rolls her eyes. "Don't patronize me. It's simply that you two can't live with each other and you can't live without each other. Add to that the fact that you sleep with almost anyone you can grab a hold of but that's quite common around these parts isn't it? It's a good thing Jessica Wheeler is opening an STD clinic because the way you lot jump in and out of bed with each other on a whim, I'm surprised you don't all have a whole lot of embarrassing venereal diseases by now."

"How repulsive." Adrienne chimes in.

"You said it." Danielle shoots back and wraps a hand around the handle of her suitcase, ready to leave. As she does so, her expression softens, "I'm not trying to cause a rift in the family. You've both done a good enough job of that by yourselves. But I'm not coming back until you've sorted out your differences and decided what you're going to do."

"I'll give you a lift to the airport." Travis offers reluctantly.

"No thanks. I've already called a cab and it's waiting."

Travis and Adrienne follow their daughter as she walks through the hallway and to the front door. Without saying a word she opens it and heads outside towards the taxi.

"David did this." Adrienne comments quietly as she watches Danielle get into the cab. She raises a hand to her eyes to protect her from the harsh sunlight.

"I know." Travis replies and they both wave as Danielle is driven down the driveway.

Viva Las VegasWedding Chapel: Las Vegas

The chapel is about as tacky as they had both imagined. The walls are painted pink and flimsy white wooden beams adorn them, separating framed Polaroid pictures of the many couples who have married there. All of them are facing the camera with toothy grins and seem to have genuinely enjoyed the experience.

For Donna, who is listening as the Elvis impersonating minister continues his sermon, it's not exactly the wedding of her dreams. She turns to whisper in Michael's ear and the minister seems oblivious. "It's like a polyester palace."

Michael smiles and adopts a deep Southern drawl, "Dang Donna why can't you just enjoy the finer things in life?"

Donna chuckles and playfully hits him in the stomach but this grabs the attention of the minister who stops suddenly. "Could you save the slap and tickle for after the ceremony? We don't run that kind of establishment here."

"Of course you don't." Donna stifles the need to burst out laughing but is unable to control her grin. "I'll keep my hands to myself."

"Good." The minister nods and continues animatedly. Eventually he gets towards the end. It has been hard for Michael and Donna to speak through fits of giggles but now they are silent, anticipating the big finale. "By the power invested in me from the state of Nevada…and Elvis the King…I now pronounce you two lovebirds man and wife. You may kiss your lovely bride."

The couples waiting patiently for their turn applaud uproariously and a cheesy keyboard medley of Elvis hits plays in the background. Leaning forwards, Michael takes Donna's face in his hands and kisses her softly but his own face feels numb from laughter. "Come on Mrs Wheeler. Let's go do some slap and tickle."