AN: I decided to publish the first part of this fic today, as a thank you to all my readers. My stories have had over 1,000 hits this month. I've never broken 1,000 before. Thank you! A special thanks goes to my reviewers, your comments are very much appreciated.

Elizabeth pulls her coat tight around her and watches Spoon Island get closer. The chilly February air bites her skin, she looks down from the launch into the water and remembers the last time she was on the island.

It was only for a brief time and she wasn't even supposed to be there. Lisa Niles threw her off a charter boat and if it wasn't for her mystery rescuer she would have drowned. Her rescuer dragged her to Spoon Island's shore, he stayed with her for awhile, she thinks, but then he left her to lie on the beach.

Eventually, Damien Spinelli arrived and got her to a launch and to General Hospital. The care there saved her from pneumonia and a few other complications caused by her unexpected swim. Matt likes to tease her and say that she made up the rescuer, but she's knows differently. He was real, is real.

Hopefully, there are no crazy psychos along for this trip and her rescuer wouldn't be needed. An uncomplicated trip is what she needs. She didn't mind being asked to get something from Wyndemere, the place doesn't freak her out as much as it does some people.

The launch pulls up to the pier and she notices another boat tied to it. The man tying the boat up seems kind of familiar. The launch lands and he turns, it's Dr. Keenan.

"Well hello, " he says. "To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?"

"What are doing here?" Elizabeth asks as she steps off the launch.

"I rent the place; you didn't know?"

"No, no one told me. I'm sorry, perhaps I should go?"

He steps towards her and gently steers her away from the launch. At the same time he waves the launch away.

"You are welcome here at any time. Come in, out of the cold. We'll get you warm and then you can tell me why you have come to this out of the way place."

Inside Wyndemere, Ewen takes Elizabeth's coat and she nods towards a scarf draped over the couch, "So you don't live alone? Another thing you let me believe."

"This time I can plead not guilty. When you suggested I lived alone I did. Cassandra, my new roommate, is the reason I'm renting Wyndemere."

Elizabeth sits near the fire, "Cassandra, that's a strange name for someone who lives here."

"Really! Why?"

"Cassandra …. Cassadine, the family name of the owner."

"I thought the family name was Davis. At least, I'm renting the place from Ms. Davis."

"Alexis, she's Nikolas' aunt. Nikolas Cassadine is the owner. The painting over the fireplace is of his mother Laura." Elizabeth turns and looks at it. "It's funny, I don't remember it hanging there when Nikolas was here."

Ewen asks, "You know Nikolas Cassadine well?"

Elizabeth pauses for a moment, wondering how much she should to tell him. "He's my ex-husband's brother … and he and I were …. well we were a couple for a short time."

"A couple?"

"It's long story, full of twists and turns. Nikolas is the reason I'm here. He asked if I would look for something Spencer left behind. Spencer is Nikolas' son."

"You're still in close contact with him?"

"Of course, he's family. Spencer is Cameron and Jake's cousin. They Skype frequently, … especially after we lost Jake."

Ewen sits on the couch near Elizabeth and changes the subject from Elizabeth's grief. "Cassandra is my patient. She likes places like this, full of history."

"More of your unorthodox therapy?" Elizabeth looks concerned for a moment, "You aren't, you and she aren't?"

"No, absolutely not. She's just a patient. Actually, she's seeing the caretaker here, Ethan Lovett."

Elizabeth finds herself relieved at his response. "Well, well what a small world. Ethan is also Lucky's brother. Isn't that strange, only a few weeks ago we hadn't even met and now we have all this connections."

Ewen smiles at her, "Life brings people together in mysterious ways."

Elizabeth finds herself smiling back and getting a little lost in his eyes, she stands up and walks towards the door. "I should go upstairs and look in the nursery for Spencer's toy. The launch is expected back," she looks at her watch, "in thirty minutes."

She turns to look at Ewen, now standing, "If that's alright with you?"

"Absolutely, do you mind if I tag along. This place is huge and I haven't explored it all."

"Of course not, it's your place."