It felt right being back home in Bensonhurst, Dante thought. Sure, the ride down in the car with both his mother and Johnny, her literal "boy"friend was anything but right. However, he did chime in on Don't Stop Believin cause you just didn't have a choice when Journey came on. They were there for his grandmother's 75th birthday, and Dante was relieved to find that things hadn't changed that much.

He decided to check in on his old precinct, the one he was fired from. He still had some friends there, and though there was much more prestige in being a NYC police officer than a Port Charles one, he had few regrets. He'd told the same story over and over about his shooting, and he was back home having to repeat it again here. He was starting to believe he'd really shot himself.

He knew he had screwed up the entire operation by getting too close to Sonny. He knew Sonny deserved to pay for shooting him. But when Lucky came to interview him in the hospital, he knew that if he'd said the truth, that Sonny had shot him, then that meant that Dante had been shot by his own father. And that was a truth he couldn't accept. His whole life, he'd told his mother and anyone who ever asked that he didn't care about not having a father. The truth was, however, that he always had. He wanted a father, and at every important moment in his life, he imagined what his father would say or do, if he'd had one. But not once in all of his fantasies did his father shoot him.

When he was 15, he saved up all his summer earnings and snuck into the city on a day his mother was working. He'd lied to her and said that he was going to the bowling alley with his friends. That was one of many lies he would tell his mother. That day, he hired the first of three private investigators. One after another, they all told him that they couldn't find out the identity of his father.

At his old station, he was catching up with friends, when Sydney from forensics walked up to Dante and asked him if they could speak in private.

"Sure, what's up? You miss me? Only I can give you cases that challenge you", smirked Dante.

"Only you can give me headaches too," teased Sydney.

"Dante, there's something I think you need to know. Remember that double homicide on 14th street early last year?"

"The one where the ladder fell, and it cut my arm. The one where I bled all over the crime scene?" Dante looked puzzled.

"Yes. That would be the one." Sydney appeared nervous.

"Thanks for reminding me of my most embarrassing moment on the job."

Sydney continued, "Remember that we had to exclude your DNA. Well... I got called away before I had finished processing your file, and I forgot to close it on my computer."

"What are you saying?" Dante was feeling that familiar anger rise up in him.

"Well, Philip, the night person, came in and didn't know why your profile was up. And he... he... he ran it." Sydney was visibly shaking.

"You ran my DNA?!"

"I'm so sorry," Sydney just started rambling. "And of course, you popped. You were an 8 point match to Michael Corinthos, Jr. 8 matching fragments. That's parent and child. And since you're not old enough to be his parent, I figured it had to be the other way around. I didn't know what to do with the information, so I told the Lieutenant, and... he told Agent Raynor. I'm so sorry Dante. I should have told you. I just felt so guilty. And then when you got assigned to take down your own father, I didn't know what to do. Your DNA never should have been run. This never should have happened."

"Son of a bitch! They set me up! They set me up to get killed by my own father!"