Lucas awoke several mornings later from a restless night of disjointed dreams. Dreams of being imprisoned in a small room, of a blonde woman whose face he couldn't see, and of Elizabeth, dancing with him again. Seeing her had haunted him since the day he had first picked up Chase at the day care center. Each time he had returned she hadn't been there. He wanted to see her again. He longed to see her again.He dropped Chase off that morning and asked if Elizabeth was there, but the other girl, Emily, said she wasn't due in until 10:00. She had had a late class the night before and was coming in a little later than usual.
He was disappointed, but tried to push it from his mind. He had to set out and try to find some work. By mid-afternoon he was sitting on a bench on the dock watching the water, wondering why it has been so difficult to find work. His mind had also drifted back to Elizabeth. In fact, he had thought of little else since having the dream about her, a dream he was now certain had occurred many times before. The only difference now was that he had seen her face in the dream. He wondered why he had dreamt of her in the past, and why he was so affected when he had touched her shoulder.
He was deep in thought when he heard a voice behind him, asking, incredulously, "Lucky?"
He looked up and saw a man approaching him. He was older, perhaps mid thirties, dark hair, and intense eyes and was dressed impeccably in a dark silk suit, no tie. "Excuse me?"
The man was looking at him as if he had seen a ghost. His voice this time, at seeing Lucas face to face was hoarse, barely a whisper, "Are you Lucky?"
"Lucky? Me? No, man I don't feel very lucky today."
"What's your name, kid?"
"Stevens, why?"
"Man, you are a dead ringer for a kid I used to know, a kid I really cared about." He could see there was no spark of recognition on Lucas's face but the resemblance astounded him; sure he was a little older, but Lucky would have been about this age now, and his hair was longer, falling a little below his collar, and those deep blue eyes. Jesus, those were Lucky's eyes.
Lucas looked at him closer, "Really…well, small world I guess."
"Yeah, how come you're not feeling so lucky today?"
"I've been in town maybe a month, been looking for work and can't find anything. I've got a son to take care of."
The man's voice was very matter-of-fact. "You ain't been asking the right people. You need work, I can give you work."
Lucas looked hopeful. "I'll do anything."
"I can give you plenty of work and the pay's good. Are you trustworthy?" Lucas started to answer and the man waved his hand in front of him, "Never mind, I can tell by lookin' at you that you are. Come to this address tomorrow about this time and we'll get you started." He scratched an address on a piece of paper and handed it to Lucas. As he took it the man reached out his other hand to shake it. "Sonny Corinthos, nice to meet you."
Lucas shook his hand. There it was again, that feeling, fleeting, that spark of recognition. What was it? Sonny smiled. "You got a kid, huh?"
"Chase, he's 2 ½.. He's my whole life."
"I have no doubt about that. Where is he now?"
"Over at the day care center."
A look Lucas couldn't read came over Sonny's face. "Where Elizabeth Webber works?"
"Yes, you know her?"
"Sure, she's a wonderful girl; Emily, too. You've met them both?"
"Yeah, why?"
He considered that for a moment. "Just wondering. I'll see you tomorrow…Stevens, is it?"
He nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Corinthos."
"Sonny, please."
He smiled. "Sonny, then."
Sonny just looked at him for a long minute and shook his head. He started to walk away and then turned back to him and said, "If I were you, I'd be careful where you go in this town. I know some people be real freaked out to see how much you look like that kid I used to know."
"Lucky? Was his name Lucky?"
"Yeah, his name was Lucky. Damn, he was somethin' to behold." Then he turned and walked away.