I am a psychiatrist, Dr. Dee Dunning and I came to GH to practice after Dr. Ewen Keenan passed away. A wealthy news paper mogul named Todd Manning became my patient after a court order was handed to him. In order to maintain his freedom after his murder trial, he had to receive therapy for his PTSD resulting from eight years of imprisonment and torture. Although he was very reluctant and would not cooperate, eventually he began to relax. After many sessions, he revealed so many secrets. I found myself horrified yet so attracted to him. I knew the love of his life is his ex-wife Blair and that he is becoming closer to Carly Jacks. I don't want this, I want him for myself. I gain his trust completely, which is not easy for Mr. Manning. Like the ghost of his dead mother Irene, I begin to play with his mind. I find myself telling him that Blair and Carly are toxic for him. I become everything he wants and needs, and one day it happens, he walks into my office and locks the door. I ask innocently, but what about Blair and Carly? He takes me in his arms and right before he kisses me he says, Blair and Carly who? I've done it and as we embrace a smile brushes across my lips.
One late afternoon as Todd is driving home from one our therapy sessions, he pulls out his cell phone to make a call to The Sun. He drops it. He fumbles around trying to reach it, but to no avail. He decides to pull over before he wrecks. Evening is falling and the sunlight is fading fast. As he sits there parked on the side of the road, he finally reaches his cell. He looks up, as he is ready to dial, he notices another car a few feet in front of him. A young blonde is standing beside the car. The hood is up. She notices Todds car and starts walking towards it. Then out of no where, another car comes screeching by, swerving and hits this young girl. Todd can't believe his eyes and sits there stunned. The car stops. He watches as another girl with short brown hair emerges. She runs to the side of the blonde laying there unconscious. She kneels beside her and then happens to look up and see Todds car. Todds headlights are on and she shields the light from her eyes. She can not see him, but Todd can see her. She gets to her feet quickly and returns to her car, gets in and speeds away, leaving a cloud of dust. Todd sits there for a moment and gulps. He can't believe what he has just seen. He steps out of his car and rushes to the blondes side. She is hurt badly. There is a trickle of blood coming from her mouth. He doesn't move her. He begins to dial 911 and then decides against it. No, he thinks, I don't want this call traced back to me. He looks around, there is no one, no other traffic. He gets back in his car, looking through his windshield at the girl laying in the road, spotlighted by his headlights. He starts his car, backs up and turns around. Looking around desperately, he finally spots a phone. He stops, gets out and calls for help. Sir, can you give us your name? Just get to her now, she's hurt badly, he yells and he hangs up. He gets back into his car and drives off. Finally in the parking garage of The Metro Court, he sits in his car for a few minutes. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper. He then picks up his cell and clicks on photos. There it is, a picture of the brown haired girl kneeling over the blonde. And on the piece of paper, the make and model of the hit and run drivers car and her license plate number. He rushes up to his office and gets on the computer, and then calls a contact he has at the PCPD. Some one Todd pays handsomely for information on big cases, all essential for scoops by The Sun. His contact runs the license info and relays it back to Todd. He gets an address, but just as he is about to get her full name, his lead editor Jacob Turner walks in. Uh yeah, says Todd into the phone, I'm not getting any hot water in my suite and I am not fond of cold showers. I'm paying big bucks here, you'd think I'd get hot water. See that you get that fixed or heads will roll. He hangs up. So Sorry Mr. Manning, says Jacob, I thought you were still out and I was just dropping off some possible photo spreads for you to look over. Great says Todd, as he takes them from him, I'll look them over, have a good night. But I wasn't leaving yet, says Jacob. Oh well then, says Todd walking past him and out out of the door, then I guess I'll have a good night. Once in his suite, he reads the paper with info on the brown haired girl. He knows where she lives, but all he got before he was interrupted by Jacob, was this girls first name, Moon.
The next morning, as Todd is having his breakfast and watching the morning news, the story of a hit and run victim is being read. Todd sits there frozen. He hears that she is in critical condition. There were no witnesses and an anonymous caller reported the incident. Police are still trying to determine if the caller may in fact be the driver that hit Lulu Spencer Falconeri. That's her name, thinks Todd. That poor girl is named Lulu. Well, I think I am going to have to pay this Moon person a visit. After showering and dressing, Todd is exiting the elevator when he sees Carly speaking with Johnny Zacharra. She stands there speaking softly to him with a smile on her face. Johnny reaches up and touches her hair and smiles. Todd snarls as he watches them. He shrugs and says under his breath, go ahead and make all the goo goo eyes you want, but don't get too cozy Johnny. But as he is watching them, he thinks back to the kiss that we shared in my office. He has been thinking of me a lot lately and wondering what it would be like to actually do more than share a kiss. He looks again at Carly. Who do you want Todd, Carly or Dee, he thinks to himself. What I do know for sure is that Johnny can't have Carly, he can't be happy if I'm not. Especially since he killed my granddaughter. Todd turns and leaves and drives off to find the brown haired hit and run driver.
Knocking at her door, Todd is getting impatient. Finally the door opens, it is chained and he sees her. The girl with the short brown hair. She looks at him, who are you, what do you want? Tell me Miss, do you subscribe to The Sun? She looks at him with a frown. I don't read that rag, she says. Rag, exclaims Todd, The Sun is not a rag. Sure it is, says the girl and I am not interested. As she is about to shut the door, Todd stops it hard with his hand. She is surprised and frightened, stop or I'll call the police. Go ahead says Todd, then I can tell them about a certain girl that hit another girl last night and left her on the side of the road to die. Her mouth is open and eyes wide. Who are you, she asks with a trembling voice. I'm Todd Manning, publisher of The Sun and I think you and I need to talk. She unchains the door and Todd pushes his way in and shuts the door himself. Todd looks around, nice place, he says, if you like living in a shoe box. How do you know it was me that hit that girl? Todd spins around and flashes his cell phone at her. The color drains from her face as she sees the photo. There she is, kneeling over the girl as she lays bleeding and broken. It was you in that car parked up the road, she says. Yes it was, replies Todd. So why didn't you help her, asks a scared Moon. Who do you think called 911, he says. So maybe the police will think you did it, says Moon, they can trace the call back to your phone. Todd smiles, oh no, I didn't call with my phone. Then how, she asks. Todd looks at this girl and can't believe it. Okay, he says, I know you're young and all, but there is still a thing called a pay phone, you do know what those are don't you? Although, he continues, you don't actually have to pay when calling 911. What do you want, interrupts the girl nervously. I'm glad you asked that because there is something I want from you. But you don't even know me, she says. I know enough, I know where you live, that you almost killed someone, oh and that your name is Moon. He snickers, Moon, really? I mean what were your parents thinking? I'll bet they were big time hippies, huh? She watches him, she doesn't know him, but she hates him already. Oh, I don't know, she says, what the hell kind of name is Todd? Todds smile disappears, he looks at her, touche' Moon, touche'. So tell me what you want, she says. Todd flashes a little grin at her, let's just say if you don't want me to turn you into the police, then you have to do something for me. She looks at him, steps back and grips the front of her robe tightly, making sure she is covered. Oh my god, she says, you don't want me to sleep with you. Todd looks at her with surprise. What? Oh hell no, are you nuts, you are so not my type. Then what, she shouts. I don't want you to sleep with me, but I do want you to sleep with some one else. She stands there, her heart beating so hard and fast. You will sleep with a man named Johnny Zacchara. Why, she asks. Because, he took someone very precious to me and now he is trying to take someone else from me. Who, says Moon as she is shaking. A friend, he answers, and I don't want them together. You do this and you won't end up in prison, and with your face all over the front of my rag, he says sarcastically. Do we have an agreement, or do I call the cops, he says holding his cell half way to his ear. She is hesitating. Tick, tock, says Todd as he brings the phone closer and closer to his ear. Still, she does not answer. Todd begins pressing the buttons, saying the numbers aloud. Nine...one... Stop, shouts Moon, I'll do it. Todd, lowers the phone and smiles, good girl. He gives her the information on Johnny, how and where to find him. How will I go about this, asks Moon, her voice trembling. That my little hit and run friend, is your problem, answers Todd, use your feminine wiles, you just get him into bed even if you have to drug him, I don't care, just do it. I could just say that I did it, says Moon, how would you even know? Todd looks at her, are you serious? How can someone so pretty, be so dumb? Oh wait, he says, you did leave someone by the side of the road, not very smart. He gets in her face, you are going to tape your night of passion and then bring the proof to me, understand? She nods, still clutching her robe closed tightly as she begins to cry. I don't want to hear from you until this is done and don't even try to run, because I will find you, says Todd, and for goodness sake, don't cry, I hate it when women cry. He walks past her and out, slamming the door behind him. Moon stands there trembling and crying. Can I do this, she thinks. Yes, I have to, because it all means one thing to me. My freedom.
