Stavros Cassadine opened his eyes and looked around. Where was he? Who was this strange
man staring at him?
"Well?" he asked. "You can talk, can't you?"
Stavros didn't answer. He looked the other man up and down. Tall, mid or late forties, he was
guessing. He had round blue eyes and was wearing ugly blue hospital scrubs.
The man in the scrubs looked over at the little woman standing nearby. "Does he understand English?"
He had an Australian accent. Good God, Stavros thought. I've got an Australian nurse taking care of me
now. They're all supposed to be loony.
"Maybe we should ask him some questions." the little woman said. She helped Stavros sit up
straight and asked him, "Do you know who you are?"
"Of course I do." Stavros answered. "I am Stavros Cassadine. The better question is, who on earth are
you two? And you," he turned to the Australian nurse, "How dare you insult me in such a way? Do you
think I'm not educated enough that I can't understand English?"
The Australian just shrugged. "Honestly, I don't care what your level of intelligence is, mate. I just want
to get out of here."
"Well, that's one down." the little woman said. "Now we have to wake up Stefan. He's been frozen
longer, so we'll have to be more careful with him."
"Do you mean my brother?" Stavros asked. "He's here?"
"Jerry, take him up to the apartment, will you?" the little woman asked the Australian. "You
look after him, I'll see what to do about the other one."
"Fine. Come on." The Australian took Stavros by the arm and led him to an elevator.
"Is my brother down there?" Stavros asked as they rode up the elevator. "My mother told me
he was dead!"
"Well, your mother lied. He's been frozen in ice for years. Dr. Scorpio and I were…hired by your
mother to unfreeze you."
"Oh. I see." Short pause. "Is that your name? Jerry? And I'm supposing you're a doctor as well?"
He nodded. "Yeah. Sort of. It's Jerry Jacks."
Stavros quickly recognized the apartment he followed Jerry to. "We're in Paris? I didn't know there was
a laboratory here."
"Well, I figure the landlord is in dark, too." Jerry went to the kitchen. "How does tea sound?
You hungry?"
"Not much. Tea will be fine, thank you."
"So do you remember anything from before you were frozen?" Jerry asked as he turned the kettle on.
"One of the things we were concerned about was memory loss. But you do know who you are, so that's
good."
Stavros closed his eyes and thought. "I do remember. I was at Uncle Victor's clinic. What happened to
Uncle Victor?"
"Do you mean Victor Cassadine? I wish I had better news, but he's dead. Shot."
"Oh. That's a shame. I liked him."
Another flash came to Stavros. A woman…
"My ice princess." he breathed.
"Your what?"
"My ice princess! Where is she?"
Jerry just looked confused. "I have a feeling I am going to regret asking this. What is an ice princess? Do
you mean that diamond thing that-"
"No, you idiot! Lulu! Where is she?"
"Lulu Spencer? Um, I'm pretty sure she's in Port Charles, where she's supposed to be," Jerry backed
away a little, "away from you. So, did you two have, like, a romance? Because that would be kind of
weird, considering the fact that you have a son with her mother."
"Do you know any other Lulus?" Stavros remembered something else. "My baby."
Jerry groaned. "There's a baby, too? Your mother said nothing about a baby!"
"No, you damned fool! The embryo! WHERE IS THE EMBRYO!?"
The kettle whistled.
"Oh, look, the tea's ready." Jerry said, backing towards the doorway. "So, there's your tea, and
I'm going to go down to the lab and find out what I can from Dr. Scorpio. Like, now." He turned around
and sped off towards the elevator.
Stavros poured a cup and sat down at the dining room table. This was a nightmare. He'd lost his
princess, he had no idea where the embryo was, and he'd just scared away the doctor who was
supposed to be looking after him, and who was obviously clueless about Lulu and the baby.
And Stefan. Why wouldn't his mother tell him his brother wasn't dead?
Where was his mother? He was about to ask Jerry, but then he remembered he had scared
Jerry away. He sighed and looked down at his teacup. He went to the sink and poured the tea down the
drain. Any appetite he'd had was gone.
