Luke and Sara are at the bar.
S: "Who'd a guessed what?"
L: "That the mobster and the model had a kid."
S: "Excuse me, mobster and model?"
L: Looks at her in disbelief. "You've never heard of the mobster and the model? Also known as Sonny Corinthos and Brenda Barrett."
S: "Of course I have, Mr. ...?
L: Luke Spencer, call me Luke.
S: Okay. Luke. It's America's most tragic love stories. My friends and I used to try to imagine what happened to them. What are you trying to say about them?" Then an idea dawns on her. No it couldn't be, could it? "You can't possibly mean that those names on my birth certificate are them?"
L: 'That's exactly what I'm saying, hon." Takes another good look at her. "You know that's why you look so familiar. You look like both of them."
S: "Whoa. I think I need to think about this a little." She's quiet for a moment. "You know this explains a lot."
L: "Like what?"
S: "Why I always felt so passionately about that story. I felt connected to them. I guess subconsciously I knew I was. You don't know how many times people have stopped me to tell me that I look like the glamourous and tragic Brenda Barett."
L: "They're right. You look a lot like her." She smiles showing dimples. "but you have his smile."
S: "Yeah I know that too. I've been told that." She's quiet again. "You know the clues were there all the time. My friends used to tease me that I was somehow related to them. Everyone knew I was adopted so they would come up with elaborate stories of how I ended up on the West Coast. I would try to imagine myself in these situations, but then I would remember that it was a fairy tale. I guess it really wasn't. When I saw those names on my birth certificate I recognizes Brenda's name, but not Sonny's real name. For a minute I thought it was them, but I convinced my self that was an impossible dream. Especially since the stories around the romance didn't say anything about a baby. If what you're telling me is true, how the h*ll did I end up in Washington State six months after she disappeared?"
L: "I don't know, hon. By that time we were sure she was dead. Well all except Sonny that is. He never gave up hope that she was alive. I don't think he knew about you, or he wouldn't have survived as long as he did after she was gone. It about killed him when his first child died. I don't think he could have taken if he thought he lost another one."
S: "I had a sibling?"
L: "Well it was never born. It died with his first wife."
S: "The car bomb? Another part of the tragic story."
L: "Got that right."
S: "You knew them well, didn't you?"
L: "I knew Sonny well, I knew Brenda well enough."
S: "Would you mind if I stayed in town and asked you about my parents and could you help me find out what happened between the time my mother disappeared and I was born?"
L: "I wouldn't mind. I'd welcome the challenge. Not much going on around here. Do you have a place to stay?"
S: "No. I was going to get a room at the Port Charles Hotel."
L: "Don't even think about it. You can have the apartment upstairs. My son just moved out of it. Besides your parents lived there for awhile. I bet they would want you there."
S: "Well, I don't know…"
L: "Just go up and look at it." He gives her a key and motions her to go towards the back and up the stairs. She looks at the key for a minute wondering what she should do. Curiosity got the best of her and she turned and headed for the stairs.

***

She heard a knock on the door. She got up to see who it was. The local deliveryman was there. A package for her? Who would know she was here? Oh God had they found her again? When was all this running going to stop? She cautiously opened the door. Delivery Man: "Good afternoon Miss Cline. I've package for you to sign for. It's your day off today?"
Miss Cline: "Yeah. Have to take a break once in awhile. She signed for the package. Gave the man a tip thanked him, and brought the package inside.

Once inside she took the package and opened it. She carefully took out the contents. Inside were two photos, some baby dresses, and a gold baby id bracelet. One photo was of a baby and one was a picture of present day Sara. Inside was also a note. She read it. Very crypitcally it said. "Do you think we are fools? You think you could hide her from us forever? If you don't cooperate with us this time the next picture you will see is of her grave. We know where she is and where you are. We're watching both of you."

She took the pictures and outlined the faces. Whispering with tears in her eyes. "They're not going to hurt you, baby. I won't let them. How did they find you? I tried to keep you safe, honey. I really did." What was she going to do now? They'd found her and her baby. They were capable of everything. She was always running, but it had always only been her life in danger, now her daughter's was too. She picked up the phone and called the only person she knew who could help her. It would probably get herself killed, but at least she could warn him about Sara and make sure she had protection.

***

The man arrived in Port Charles. He headed home, but first there was someone he had to see. He just didn't know where to find him. He called information to get a long forgotten number. He dialed the number. D*mn, it was busy. Well it could wait. He headed home to catch up on some badly needed sleep. Like he would be able to sleep with his haunted dreams, but he could try