One dark, stormy night at Taylor's…

Taylor is curled up forlornly on the couch in the living room, mascara running and a bottle opposite on the table. Her eyes glisten with tears. Memories of the night she told her husband of her little slip, then the night he told her he was leaving, flash through her mind.

I'm having the day from hell

It was all going so well before you came

And told me you needed space

With a kiss on the side of my face… not again

And not to mention the tears I shed

When I should have kicked your ass instead

I need intervention, attention

To stop this temptation to scream… baby

Everything is effed up

Straight from the heart

Tell me what do you do

When it all falls apart?

Gotta pick myself up

Where do I start?

Cos I can't turn to you

When it all falls apart

Taylor wipes away a tear running down her cheek, looking across to all the family photos she had come to treasure sitting on the chest of drawers. Her gaze lingers a little longer on a photo taken of her and Ridge not long after she so miraculously returned from the dead. She gets up and crosses to the drawers, picking up the photo and staring into Ridge's eyes.

Taylor: Oh Ridge, look at what I've become without you- the beautiful life we shared…

She puts down the photo and strides aimlessly to the other side of the room to the mirror, looking pensively at herself, realising what a wreck she'd become. Fresh, vivid sounds of the car crash she'd narrowly avoided tonight echo in her mind.

Don't know where I parked my car

Don't know who my real friends are anymore

I put my faith in you

What a stupid thing to do… when it rains it pours

She turns around to see the bottle sitting on the table, then goes over and pours herself a glass. She lingers a little, staring into the depths of the wine, before screaming and hurling the glass into the fireplace, where it shatters.

And not to mention I drank too much

I'm feeling hung-over and out of touch

I need intervention, attention

To stop this temptation to scream… baby

Everything is effed up

Straight from the heart

Tell me what do you do

When it all falls apart

Gotta pick myself up

Where do I start

Cos I can't turn to you

When it all falls apart

Taylor collapses in fits of tears, heavily sobbing as she pounds her fist against the floor. The doorbell rings and she perks her head up before crossing to the door, hastily trying to wipe away her tears, only to smudge her mascara even more. Swaying on her feet a little, she opens the door to find Hector outside.

Taylor: Hector!

Hector: Hey Taylor… (then looks concerned) hang on, are you al-

Taylor: What are you doing here at this time of… oh, I see you brought wine! (Eyes light up)

Hector: Well, you shouldn't be alone, not after that nasty accident of yours. Taylor, you look as if you've been crying.

Taylor: (hastily ushering him inside) Oh never mind that, come on in- I'll get the glasses…