When Marty returned home from dropping Dylan off at the community center, she planned on taking a short nap. She was exhausted from working all night at the hospital and was in serious need of some rest. She was just about to go upstairs when she heard a knock on the door.

"Oh, that's right, Antonio is supposed to be coming over to pick up Dylan's other wheelchair. That must be him now. Coming!" Marty said as the doorbell rang a second time.

Marty ran to the door and opened it and then stepped back in surprise. Her mouth dropped open and no words could form on her tongue. She was in utter shock. Standing before her was Todd Manning. A man everyone in Lanview thought had died almost a year ago. But there he was looking at her rather strangely. Marty was too dumbfounded to realize he walked in and shut the door.

"Todd, you're ... you're alive." Marty stammered "I don't understand. How? They said you'd been shot and dumped over a cliff for God sake."

"You're right about one thing, Marty, I am alive. The rest I don't know what the hell you're talking about. I do know that it's no thanks to you that I'm alive."

"You have every right to blame me for your death I mean your accident well for what happened to you. I mean if I hadn't asked you to help Patrick, none of this would have happened."

"Patrick? Marty what the hell are you talking about? And besides that, how come you're not the least bit upset or scared that I'm here? You even look almost glad to see me."

"Why would I be upset to see you? Blair was going crazy blaming me for your death on top of me blaming myself. I had to live with knowing I was partly responsible for Star growing up without a father." So of course, I'm glad you're alive."

"Now I know you've lost it. Oh wait, I get it. This is some sort of trick. You go rambling on about people I've never heard of in order to get me confused so I'll forget what I came here to do. Is that it Marty, cause if that's it you better come up with a better plan to try and get away cause the one you got now ain't gonna work. There is no way I'm gonna forget what you cost me and just let you get away with it."

"You gotta be kidding me Todd; I thought we got passed that whole revenge trip you were on. Look, I'm genuinely sorry for getting you involved with Patrick. But you're alive and you got a family now, isn't that enough. Why go back to the blaming of each other?"

"There you go again with this Patrick person; it's not going to work Marty. I'm going to make you pay for sending me to prison and now having to live a life on the run. And it's just my luck it's the two of is in this fancy house of yours in the middle of the woods with no one around for miles. That's more like it, there's the look of fear in your eyes that I missed so much. And that I was kind of counting on getting the moment you opened the door."

"Oh God, Todd, you've forgetting everything that's happened in your life the last couple of years."

"Oh I remember, I remember perfectly and that is why I'm here." Todd began to advance toward Marty.

"Listen to me Todd." Marty said as she began to back away. "You're not the person you used to be. You've changed. You were released from prison. You even saved my life. You found out you were Victor Lord's son. You inherited almost 30 million from him too. You own a newspaper. Damn it Todd listen to me!" Todd had backed Marty all the way into the living room and had her back against the far wall.

"Marty didn't I tell you this plan is not going to work."

Marty frantically searched her mind for more questions to jog Todd's memory but her supply was exhausted. She quickly decided to instead try reason.

"You said it yourself Todd, if you were the same person you were, why I wasn't scared when you came to the door."

"Doesn't matter, you're scared now, aren't you Marty." Todd said as he stroked her hair.

"Todd please stops." Marty pleaded. "Don't do this, Please, try and remember."

"I do remember Marty and now you're never going to forget." Todd grabbed Marty's hand, pulled her to him, and held her tightly. "Now Marty, I'd love to see your bedroom. Where is it? Is it upstairs? Shall we go up?"

This can't be happening again! Marty was crying now. "Todd please do not do this!"

"It is upstairs isn't. Come on lets go it'll be fun trust me." Todd said with a smirk as he made a motion toward the stairs.

"No."

Marty began to struggle and Todd had to pull her tighter. She then drove her knee up between Todd's legs causing him to bend over in pain. Marty wasted no time. She pushed passed him and raced toward her front door. Her speed worked against her, however as Todd grabbed her leg and Marty fell down hard. Her chin hit the ground clacking her teeth together and making her see stars. In the next moment Todd was on top of her trying to pin her arms down.

"Stop it Todd, let me go, please let me go! Marty shouted.

Todd laughed and said "Just like old times huh Marty. Come on Marty how bout making this easy just stop fighting me."

Marty was able to get a hand free. She raked her nails against Todd's face.

"You bitch." Todd yelled as he slapped her across the face returning the very same stars from moments before.

Todd then pinned down her arms and kick her legs open with his knee.

THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING AGAIN!

But it was. In spite of fighting with everything she had, he was still a former college football quarter back with all the strength and muscle that came with it. He was too strong and her house was in far too isolated of a place for anyone to hear her screams. So it wasn't before long that Marty's worst nightmare became a reality.

When the brutal act was over, Todd fixed his clothes and hurried out of Marty's house. He had contemplated killing her, but he figured it be better to let her live with what he had done to her.

Before shutting the door he looked back toward his conquest expecting to welcome the same smug satisfaction as last time. Marty lay naked on her floor, shivering. Her eyes were open yet she seemed to be unconscious. Todd himself felt a shiver run through him. He shook his head to clear it but not before a thought broke through. It was only a whisper but it was definitely his inner voice.

"You really screwed up this time"

Todd shook his head again and walked out. He was suddenly very, very tired and wanted nothing more than to sleep.