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Emily peered through the darkness of the hallway. Someone could be coming at any moment. She almost felt as if she had been transported back in time to the ball at Wyndamere. She was still caught up in a cat and mouse game. Somehow she had to get out, Nikolas thought she was dead. And her mother, her mother was grieving for a daughter she hadn't lost. Emily crept a little further and was startled as she heard a familiar voice distantly down the hall. She had to find out what was going on.
Emily's mind momentarily flashed back to when they thought Lucky was dead. She remembered consoling Nikolas and holding him telling him he had a right to grieve his brother.
She slowly crept along the corridor until she was sure that this was the door. She turned the door knob knowing that this could mean reimprisonment, but she had to know. She pushed the door open and was startled to be staring into the eyes of Lucky Spencer. There was a wild gleam in his eyes and his hair was shaggy and long. He grabbed Emily and pulled her into the room and shut the door. "Emily?" He asked.
"Of, course. Lucky how did you find me?"
Emily questioned.
"Find you, how did you find me, I've been
trying to escape for the better part of a decade."
"But...
I just saw you."
"I've been here since the fire."
"Then
who is that in Port Charles?"
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