Six months after Gabriel's funeral…

As the elevator doors shut behind Sam, Patrick turned around and spied Felix tapping away at the nurses' station, so he made his way over. "Hey."

Felix didn't look up. He said, "Hi, Patrick. What's up?"

Patrick figured Felix' semi-cold shoulder was because he'd spied him kiss Sam on her way out and wasn't happy about it. Patrick had dumped Fe's best friend for his wife and then turned around and started seeing Sam before the ink was dry on his divorce papers. Patrick assumed Felix would rather have had him pursue Sabrina; but, frankly, Patrick wasn't ready for anything serious again and, in all fairness, it was kind of hard to pursue someone who wasn't in town. Thinking of Sabrina, Patrick asked, "I was just wondering if you've heard from Sabrina lately?"

"Uh-huh."

"How's she doing? I haven't been able to touch base with her and I was wondering when she was planning on coming home. I need to talk to her about the investigation into the accident."

Felix finally looked at him. "She's managing. But, she isn't coming back - at least not anytime soon."

"What?" Patrick asked, surprised.

"One of her mom's relatives found out about an opening in New York City and Sabrina decided to take it." Felix logged off the computer and made to leave, but not before he added, "She has no reason to come back to Port Charles at all except for me and a job in the City is close enough that we can still hang out off and on but far enough away that she won't be plagued by painful memories everywhere she goes. It's a win-win."

"But, what about her job here? She loves it."

Felix eyed him. "She loves being a nurse, Patrick, and she can do that anywhere. She doesn't need to work here."

"I guess…"

"Listen, I have to run; but, keep trying her. If I talk to her first, I'll tell her to call you."

After Felix left, Patrick stood there, not sure what to make of this revelation. Sabrina had promised to come home, back to him and Emma, and now she wasn't. While he could understand how returning to Port Charles might be painful for her, Patrick was bothered by the fact that she hadn't talked to him about it. And, he didn't know what to make of the fact that it bothered him so much.

Meanwhile in New York City…

"Knock, Knock!" Sabrina said cheerfully as she crossed the threshold of J.D's room. "I have your lunch."

As usual, J.D. didn't say anything or acknowledge her in any way, so she put the food down on the tray table over his bed and began chatting amiably as she got his lunch ready. When she was finished, she looked down at him and said, "One of these days, mister, I'll get you to talk to me." When his eyes moved in her direction, Sabrina smiled. "You know, you'd make this easier on both of us if you'd just talk to me now. The sooner you face the inevitable, the better off you'll be."

J.D. blinked and then went back to staring out the window, which caused Sabrina to sigh in defeat. She patted him comfortingly on the arm before she left. Obviously anyone who'd been through the kind of trauma he had would be a little cold and distant, but that man was like a stone. He just sat there staring into space most of the time and it really saddened her.

Sabrina was surprisingly happy living in New York City. She'd learned about the opening at Mount Sanai Hospital just as she was trying to convince herself to leave Puerto Rico and return to Port Charles. While she did miss Felix, Sabrina wasn't in a rush to return to a place that only held painful memories for her. Since NYC was close enough to be able to visit Felix, she decided to try out the job for a while and see if she liked it. She could always change her mind later.

When Sabrina reached the nurses station, Sherry, her co-worker, asked, "So, did you get J.D to talk to you today?"

Sabrina frowned. "No. Still cold as stone." Then, she looked at her and added, "I can't even imagine what that poor man has gone through…"

"Yeah, the accident at that hoity-toity clinic was pretty bad. It's amazing he's alive at all. As far as I know, the other four people they found there with him didn't survive."

Sabrina gasped. "Oh my God! That's so horrible."

Sherry leaned in. "The firemen said that they found two bodies in giant eggs like in some weirdo sci-fi movie." Then, "The other two were next to each other. It looked like they were struggling by the door over a gun or something. John Doe was right by the open door when the blast went off and he was thrown outside."

"How lucky for him. Does anyone know who all those people were?"

Sherry frowned and started to tear up. "Sadly, no. They were very badly burned and not even dental records were of help."

"Have they made any headway in finding out who J.D. really is?"

"I heard the doctors saying that they sent his fingerprints to the FBI and are looking into his dental records. Hopefully, we'll have something soon… Not that it will help."

"How so?"

"The man doesn't remember anything. Since they took the bandages off his face and the wire out of his jaw, he can respond to some general questions on history and he knows what stuff is when he's shown pictures; but, ask him anything personal and not a word comes out."

Sabrina sighed resolutely. "Well, then it's all that more important that I befriend him." As she left to go check on another patient, she said, "I'll get him to talk to me. Just wait and see."