This takes place after Sonny has been shot but Carly doesn't know that he is still alive.

Chapter 1

Not knowing where she was going Carly ran as fast as she could. She needed to get as far away from the church as possible, from Sonny's funeral. She hadn't wanted to face the fact that her beloved husband was dead, she didn't even believe it at first but when the cops barged in and opened his coffin she was faced with the truth. She saw his pale motionless body and she couldn't take it so she ran. She found herself at the park where she and Sonny had taken Michael to on so many occasions. Michael, how could she tell him that his daddy was gone. How could she make him understand when she didn't even understand herself.

"Carly!" Came Jason's voice from somewhere behind her but she ignored him.

She watched a father pushing his son on a swing. "That should be Michael and Sonny." She thought.

"Carly!" Jason exclaimed, appearing in front of her. "Why did you run off like that?"

"I couldn't stay in there any longer." She answered, still watching the father and son.

Jason sat next to her on the bench. "Carly, are you okay? Do you want to go home?"

She finally turned and looked at Jason. "Sonny loves taking Michael to the park. Loved I mean."

"Carly don't do this to yourself, let me take you home." Jason said, wiping the tears from Carly's face.

Carly jerked away at his touch. "No, I just need some time to myself okay?"

Before he could say anything she was already walking away and Jason sighed. "I wish I could tell you Carly but it's too dangerous."

Shaking his head he headed towards his parked motorcycle. Once he got on he drove away to a house on the outskirts of town.

"I feel like an animal!" Brenda exclaimed, slamming her fist down on the coffee table in front of her.

"You are not a animal." Benny told her with a laugh.

"Well I feel like one! I don't deserve to be locked up like this." She said, as she got up and started to pace around the small room she was confined to.

"It's for your own safety." He said but continued to read his newspaper.

"What about Jax's safety? I need to warn him! Do you want him to end up like Sonny?" She shouted.

"No need to raise your voice." Jason said, coming in the door and locking it behind him.

"Jason, did you warn Jax yet?" Brenda rushed over to him.

"You need to calm down." Jason walked over and sat beside Benny.

"That doesn't answer my question, did you warn him?"

"Would you like something? Are you hungry? Thirsty?" Jason asked.

"The only thing I would like is---" But she was interrupted by Max.

"The um…package has arrived Mr. Morgan." Max told Jason.

"Oh," Jason said, knowing right away what Max meant. " Thank you."

"I have to go." Jason told Brenda. "Just try to relax."

Before Brenda could protest he and max were gone.

"I guess it's just you and me." Benny said to Brenda and she just sighed.

Jason went to the top floor of the old house and unlocked the door. Inside he found Sonny looking out the window. "How's your head?" He asked.

"Hurts like hell but I did what I had to do." Sonny replied, referring to the drug he took making him seem dead, enabling him to be in the coffin in case anyone opened it.

He nodded and placed an aspirin and a glass of water on the table next to Sonny.

"Thanks," As he gulped down the aspirin and rained the water. He turned to face Jason. "How's Carly?"

"Not good," Jason replied, truthfully. "She ran out of your funeral and when I found her she was pretty shaken up."

Sonny grimaced. "I didn't want her to have to go through this."

"Carly's a survivor."

"And Brenda?"

"As determined as ever to get out of here." Jason told him.

"We can't let that happen, her life depends on it."

Jason nodded. "I'm going to go bring her some food, do you need anything?"

"I'm fine."

Jason turned to leave.

"Jason, could you get someone watching Carly?" Sonny asked.

"Of course." Then he left the room.

"I'm so sorry Carly." Sonny said, as he looked out the window.

"Another please." Carly told the bartender. When she had first walked into the bar she had only intended to have one or two drinks. She needed to stay strong, Michael needed her but he was staying at her mothers tonight. After two drinks she thought, what would a third hurt, and so on. As the bartender placed her drink in front of her she drained her seventh glass that night.

"Carly?" A familiar voice on her right asked. She turned her head to look at the source of the voice. When she saw his face her heart jumped to her throat. It was none other than her deceased husband Sonny, except he didn't look so deceased. He looked as handsome as ever. He was dressed a little oddly but she didn't care, he could dress however he wanted. The only thing that mattered was that he had come back to her.

"Carly?" He repeated. "Carly are you drunk?"

She reached over and kissed him passionately on the lips.