Chapter 1:

An young black man that goes by Xavier Banks is back in Port Charles after months of residing all over the country. His first stop is at the Charles Bar on Charles Street by the waterfront.

It's midafternoon, and the place is half empty. So he decides to sit at the front of the bar.

"What can I get you?" a voice asked.

"Just a corona," Xavier said nonchalantly.

Then just as Xavier looks up, he sees Julian staring right at him. Xavier rolls his eyes.

"Oh it's you," said Xavier.

"Well, well, well," Julian said slyly. "If it isn't Xavier Banks. The world's greatest fraud."

"You're a funny man Jerome," Xavier chuckled. "I thought I wasn't gonna see you again."

"Vise versa, kid," Julian smiles.

"So you work here now?" Xavier sits back in his chair.

"Man, you have been away for a while," Julian scoffed. "You're looking at the owner of this joint."

"What did you do, bribe someone?" asked Xavier, with a short laugh.

"Nope, I bought it myself," said Julian. "With my own money. You see, I don't go around stealing people's credit cards like you do."

"Okay," said Xavier putting his hands up. "I give you that. But just so you know, I don't do that type of stuff no more."

"Oh really?" Julian asked skeptically.

"Yep," Xavier grabs some peanuts. "I had a job and I saved some money."

"You save some money?" Julian asked.

"Yeah, I did," Xavier said. "It was a good paying job too."

"Then why did you leave?" Julian asked. "Unless, you know...You got fired for pissing off the boss."

"I didn't get fired!" snapped Xavier. "I chose to leave myself. I needed to come back here. I have some business to take care of."

Julian grins at Xavier as he folds his arms.

"So are you gonna give me that Corona or not," Xavier said.

"I just need your ID first," said Julian.

Xavier rolls his eyes as he goes into his wallet to take out his ID to hand to Julian. Julian takes the card and reads it.

"Wow look at that, you finally turned twenty-one," said Julian.

"Yep," said Xavier.

Julian takes the card and puts it in his pocket. Xavier gives him a funny look.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm going to hold on to this for a while," Julian grins.

"Why?" Xavier gets up from the stool.

"It's time to face some reality kid," said Julian. "You owe me some money."

Xavier scowls as Julian leans over the counter and gets into his face.

"You didn't think just because we see each other again, that I was going to let you get away with what you did. Did you?"

Xavier looks around the bar, then back at Julian.

"No," Xavier fake smiles. "Not at all."

A while later across town at the Port Charles library, Cameron is busy sketching out his drawings while working on his book report. Oscar who is doing his volunteering hours is passing by pushing a book cart and listening to his music on his iPod. He accidentally bumps into Cameron's table and some of his papers fall to the floor. Oscar quickly bends down and scoops them up.

"Dude, I'm sorry," Oscar said. "I should've paid more attention."

"It's all good," Cameron said, with a smile.

Oscar puts the papers back on the table and catches a glimpse of them. He was really amazed.

"Wow, this is some great stuff," said Oscar. "Who taught you how to draw."

"I kind of taught myself," said Cameron, proudly. "Ever since I was little, I became interested in comics."

"That's really cool," said Oscar. "Are the characters supposed to be heroes."

"Yep," said Cameron. "I haven't figured out the names yet. But yeah, they're very important to the story that I want to put together."

"Nice bro," said Oscar. "Have you showed anyone your work."

"No, not really," said Cameron. "I mainly keep it to myself. Nobody really gets it anyway. My mom would think it's an ordinary hobby."

"Well, I like it," said Oscar. "I don't know about anyone else, but that's talent right there."

"Thank you," said Cameron.

Oscar reflects for a moment.

"You should really show someone those," he said.

"But who?" asked Cameron.

"Someone who has many skills in the comic industry," said Oscar.

"Well, I haven't met anyone in the field yet," said Cameron. "Or anyone in Port Charles."

"Maybe you need to look someplace outside of Port Charles," said Oscar. "Like maybe New York City."

"New York City," Cameron thought to himself.

"I would definitely look there first," said Oscar. "I mean, it is in the thick of things."

Oscar then wheels the carriage away. Cameron then looks at his drawings again in deep thought.

Meanwhile in the city that never sleeps. Kristina and Parker is finishing making love to each other in a luxury Hilton hotel room.

"That was incredible," said Parker as the two of them lay side by side catching their breaths."

"No," said Kristina. "You were incredible."

"Why aren't you sweet," said Parker, with a cheeky grin.

"You know I am," said Kristina.

Parker then rolls over to spoon Kristina. As she is faced away from Parker, Kristina looks at the alarm clock with uncertainty. Moments later, Kristina hears her phone vibrate on her side of her nightstand. Kristina tries to get up and reach it, but Parker moans and grips her body tighter.

"Babe I have to take the call," said Kristina.

"Is it really important?" asked Parker. "Can't we just lay here and just forget about the world?"

"I wish it was that simple," said Kristina. "But who knows, it may be an actual emergency."

"True," said Parker, as she releases her grip.

Kristina picks up her phone and reads the text. She hesitates for a moment and jumps out of bed and goes to her luggage and takes some clothes out.

"Hey," said Parker. "Where are you going?"

Kristina freezes for a second.

"I'm just going to run to the store right quick," said Kristina. "Just a few grocery items."

"But we have everything we need here," said Parker. "Why would you waste time going out and buying stuff there."

"Because it's cheaper," Kristina state's. "We're trying to save money remember."

Kristina then goes to the bathroom to wash up. Parker waits for her to be out of sight, then she scoots over to the nightstand and scoops up Kristina's phone. She scans the unknown number, and text: "I'm at the diner, where are you?"

Ten minutes later, Kristina was fully dressed and was heading out of the door.

"I'll be back babe," said Kristina.

"Hey, wait," said Parker. "What store are you going to?"

"The one that's around the corner on 42nd," said Kristina.

"Hmm," said Parker. "Interesting."

"Okay," said Kristina, hesitantly.

"Hey, why don't I come with you," said Parker. "I could use some fresh air."

"Nah, don't sweat it, I won't be long," said Parker, going over and giving Parker a kissed on the forehead.

"Well, okay," said Parker with a fake smile. "If you say so."

Kristina smiles as she exits the hotel room. The smile that Parker makes turns to a scowl. She reaches under the pillow and takes out the paper that she copied the random number of Kristina phone. She scans it over.

"Who are you, you son of a bitch!" growls Parker.

Back in Port Charles, Molly is coming home from a long day of classes. She is so tired and all she wants to do is to go to bed. Just as she opens the front door of the apartment and walks in, she sees that candles is lit everywhere and T.J. setting the table. Molly is amazed.

"What's all this?" asked Molly.

"Oh, you're home," said T.J.

He walks over to give Molly a big kiss on the lips.

"Just in time for dinner," said T.J., as they walk over to the kitchen. "Or should I say a late brunch."

"I see," said Molly, as she takes a little piece of fruit from the fruit plate and nibbles on it.

T.J. takes the hot food from the oven and places it on the dining room table.

"I mean you've been working hard on your classes all day, at least there a decent meal for you to look forward too," said T.J. "So I ordered from the Floating Rib and kept the food nice and hot until you came home."

"Ah that's sweet," said Molly. "But you work hard too. I have classes of your own, and working in a diner."

"Yeah," said T.J. "That's definitely true."

"And I got to say," Molly continues. "You sure know how to pick out a delicious spread."

"Yep, I'm an Ashford," said T.J. "It's in our blood."

Molly looks more at the hot dishes.

"Don't worry bae," said T.J. "It's all vegan options."

"Good," said Molly. "Now, shall we dig in?"

"Let's do it," said T.J.

Just as they began to sit down and get settled, there was a sudden knock on the door. T.J. rolls his eyes and started to get up, but Molly stops him.

"No, it's okay, I'll go," said Molly. "I'll give you a break."

"Urgh, it's probably the landlord again," said T.J. "Probably giving us trouble."

"Who is it?" Molly called out.

There was no answer.

"Hello?" she called again.

Silence.

Molly then looks through the peephole. No one was there.

"Who is it?" asked T.J.

"I don't know," said Molly.

She opens the door and spots a letter that lying on the floor. It says 'T.J.' (urgent)' on it. She collects it and brings it inside.

"Looks like you have mail," Molly said skeptically.

"Mail?" asked T.J. "From who?"

"I don't know," said Molly, as she walks over and gives the letter to T.J. "But it's labeled urgent."

"That's weird," T.J. said. "Why did the person knock and just leave. Why didn't they give this to me in person."

Molly shrugs. T.J. opens the envelope and reads a note that was in big writing. T.J. froze as he reads the note over.

"What?" asked Molly, filled with curiosity. "What does it say."

"A mixed look of concern, worry, and confusion filled T.J.'s face as he hands the note to Molly. Molly's eyes widened in shock as she looks back at T.J. who was lost for words. Molly looks back the note once more…

"When you read this, I will be long gone. But there's one thing you really need to know from me is that:

"SHAWN IS INNOCENT!!!"