Luke Spencer was at the bar shining his new stock of glasses when the girl walked in with her long flowing dark curly hair flying around her. She looked to be between the ages of 18 and early twenties. Luke immediately sensed this girl was trouble, but a nice kind of trouble. Her twinkling brown eyes had a hint of mischief in them, but she looked very determined to get whatever she wanted.
L: ''What can I do for you, beautiful lady?''
G: Gave him a look that said his sweet talking ways weren't going to work on him. ''Could I speak to the owner of the club?''
L: ''That would be me. What do you want to know?''
G: ''I understand that a Mr. Michael Corinthos Jr. used to own part of this club.''
L: ''Yeah. Why do you want to know?''
G: ''Could you tell me where I could find him now?''
L: Gets a far away look in his eyes. ''Why do you ask?''
G: ''I just need to know. It's personal. If you don't know where to find him, then could you please tell me where I can find a Miss Brenda Barret?''
L: ''Excuse me, Miss...
G: ''Sara. Sara James.''
L: ''Miss James you're not going to find either one of them.''
S: Eyes go wide. ''Why not?''
L: ''They're both dead.''
S: Puts her purse on the bar counter and finally sits down on a stool. ''What? That can't be. I've waited too long for this and their dead?'' She feels tears well up in her eyes but she won't let them fall in front of this stranger.
L: ''I'm sorry miss. She disappeared about 19 years ago and he about 15. Is there any particular reason why you want to know about them?''
S: Pulls out a piece of paper in her purse and hands it to Luke. ''This.''
L: Reads it. Looks back at Sara shocked, whistles loudly then says, ''Wow, who'd ever thought this would happen?''

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Meanwhile a man was on his way home. He'd spent 15 years looking for his wife. He knew she hadn't died when she disappeared so many years ago, but she was now she was no where to be found. All his leads had been exhausted years ago. The not knowing was killing him. He couldn't do this anymore. He'd hung on too long. She was long gone by now. There wasn't any sign of her anywhere. She was probably dead now or didn't want to be found. Why this happened he would never know. It was time to pack up an d go home. They'd probably be surprised to see him, since he hadn't contacted anyone since he left. Who was he kidding? The town probably rejoiced when he left. They didn't miss him. Except for a few people. Those few people were the ones he shouldhave been with now. Not on a wild goose chase that sent all over the world for nothing.

***

A woman sits in a desolate house in the middle of nowhere. This was her home. What a joke. She'd been taken from her home years ago. Everything had been taken from her. She was lucky to be alive. Her heart and soul were gone, but she was alive. There was still hope for her. At least that's what the townsfolk hoped. The lady in the old house was beautiful, but she never did anything except work as a secretary at the local newspaper. She came to work. She went home. She never did anything with anyone. She was friendly, but very shy and seemed to be on edge if you asked her questions. They wanted to help her, but had no idea how.