Early the next morning as Damien Spinelli is exiting the shower his cell rings. He smiles as he sees the name "Ellie." "A most glorious morning to you Ellie," he answers. Ellie laughs, "and a most glorious morning to you as well." "How is my beautiful morning glory this fine day?" asks Damien. "I am fine, and how are you fairing this morning?" she asks in return. "Wonderful," he replies, "and so happy to hear your voice, I miss you immensely." "As I do you," she says in return. "How may I ask is this new case proceeding?" asks Ellie. Damien plops on to the bed, "oh I fear this case is a very sorrowful one. But alas, I am only just beginning my investigation so not much has been discovered." "I know you will find the answers your new client is desiring," says Ellie. "But actually Damien, aside from calling to hear your voice and to tell you that you are missed, I have some rather strange yet exciting news." "Do tell," says Damien. "Well," she continues, "as I arrived this morning to work in the lab, I received a phone call." "From whom?" asks Damien. "Here in lies the strange part," replies Ellie, "it was from Llanview Hospital." "Llanview!" says Damien, "you mean the very Llanview that I am currently situated in?" "The very one," says Ellie. "What pray tell did they want?" asks Damien. "They offered me a job," says Ellie, "they want me to head up the research lab at the hospital, I will be in charge, isn't this magnificent?" "Yes," smiles Damien, "and quite coincidental." "Yes isn't it!" replies Ellie, "my very thought exactly." "But Ellie, we make our home in Port Charles and I share a business with Samantha, I am only here in Llanview for business." "Well," says Ellie, "maybe it is time for a change. This job is my dream," says Ellie, "and you can always start your own P.I. firm there. Besides I know how you hate running into Maxi at every turn and I'm sure Samantha would understand." "Well, you make a very valid point concerning Maxi and I know it is not at all comfortable for you," says Damien, "I have to think this over." "That's just it Damien," says Ellie, "I have to give them an answer by this afternoon and then leave first thing tomorrow." Damien is thrown, "so soon!" he exclaims. "Yes, I'm afraid so," says Ellie. "Damien, I really want this, just think we can be together by tomorrow, won't that be wonderful?" Damien smiles, "yes it would be," he answers. "Then by all means," he says, "accept the offer and I look forward to seeing your beautiful face by tomorrows light." "I love you," says Ellie excitedly. "I love you too," replies Damien. The call ends. He sits there on the bed, still in his robe after his shower. He looks around and thinks, this is too much of a coincidence, I wonder if someone may have had a hand in this sudden job offer to Ellie. Oh well, I think it is time to move on from Port Charles and start a new life with the woman I love.
Back in Port Charles,Vincent lays on his sofa bed. He'd had a night of broken dreams and fitful sleep. His mini breakdown at the diner had unleashed memories, but they made no sense, yet he was afraid. Why? Carly had rushed him to see Dr. Chase. He was able to help Vincent, to calm him. He told the doctor what had happened, starting with of all things, a sandwich. A BLT to be exact. And then hearing that name,"Allison." Why had that particular food and that name struck such fear into him? After his session, Carly escorted Vincent home. She made him a cup of tea, to soothe him and help him sleep. She stayed by his side until he fell into deep slumber. She had wanted to stay, but she had promised Josslyn she would be home for dinner and to watch her daughters favorite movie with her. She wasn't about to break any more promises to her children. She had lied and kept secrets in the past and the most recent ones have all but cost her relationship with Michael. Morgan had come to Port Charles to see his father Sonny after he had been almost beaten to death in Pentonville. He stayed until Sonny was well enough, but Morgan couldn't bare to remain and watch his father taken back to prison. During his stay, Morgan bunked in his room at Carly's. She bent over backwards for him while there and showered him with love. She confessed to him all that had happened between she and his big brother Michael and why. Morgan was upset, but he vowed he wouldn't turn his back on her. Morgan told Michael of his disapproval of his taking over for their father Sonny, but Michael didn't back down. When the day came and Morgan was to return to his boarding school for his final year, Carly cried not wanting to let him go. But he did go. Carly knew she could never make the same mistakes with her daughter Josslyn that she had with Michael. And she was definitely never sending her to a boarding school. So she left Vincent and went home to her little girl. Early the next morning, Vincent awakens as the sun shines through the window. His mind is foggy. He remembers the last thing before he fell asleep the night before was Carly sitting by his bedside, telling him to close his eyes and relax. He sits up quickly. "Carly," he calls out. No answer. He rubs his face, and gets out of bed. He showers and dresses. Going into his small kitchen to make some coffee, there is a knock on his door. Thinking it is most probably Carly, he quickly goes to answer. Throwing the door open, he is surprised to see, not Carly, but instead her son Michael.
Vincent stands for a moment looking at Michael. "You'rrrre, aaaah Carly's son right? Michael?" Michael smirks at him, "hey I'm impressed you remembered something." He walks past Vincent and into his apartment. "By all means, do come in," says Vincent. He looks outside of his door before closing it and notices Max standing against the wall. "Hey," says Vincent, "how's it goin'?" Max just nods. Vincent closes the door and turns to face Michael. "Okay what's this all about? If you're looking for your mom she isn't here," says Vincent. "I know that," replies Michael, "my mother as at home with Josslyn, I came to have a discussion with you." "With me?" asks Vincent with surprise, "what about?" "You," answers Michael, "and my mother." Vincent gives him a little smile, "your mom and I are friends." "I don't care what you are, I don't like you," says Michael. "You don't even know me," replies Vincent. "Huh!" exclaims Michael, "that's rich, you don't even know who in the hell you are either." "How do you know any of this?" asks Vincent as he feels himself getting angry. "Did Carly tell you that?" "My mother and I do not communicate much anymore," answers Michael, "so no she didn't tell me." Vincent looks Michael up and down, "oh yeah, I remember now, you've become junior mobster Corinthos cuz your daddy's in the pokey." "Something else you remembered," smirks Michael, "you're O for two." "So you had me checked out, huh?" asks Vincent still getting angry but with a smile. "That would be correct," answers Michael as he plops into a chair. Vincent is about to speak, when Michael raises his hand, stopping him. "Before you say anything else," says Michael, "you listen to me. I don't know who you are, where you came from, or what you want with my mother but I think it would be wise if you just back off and stop seeing her." Michael is about to continue, when Vincent stops him. "Now you listen to me kid, your mother is an adult and she makes her own decisions. She has helped me from the moment I arrived in this town and I value her friendship, so if you don't like it, then that is too bad, you little punk mobster wanna be." Michael stands and goes to face him. "I'm going to find out who you really are, you hear me? I will protect my mother at all costs and that means protecting her from the likes of you." Vincent smiles at him again, "if you find out who I really am, then do me a favor and let me know, I am just dying to find out. Carly is my friend," continues Vincent, "and I am not after anything nor do I intend to hurt her, you got that?" he says as he pokes Michael in the chest with his finger. "Now if you want to call that goon you've got waiting outside to come in and break my knee caps or whatever, then by all means do it. It won't change the fact that I care about your mom." The two men stand facing each other. Finally Michael smiles, backs away, grabs his coat and walks out the door without another word. There stands Vincent, feeling this anger when a vision flashes before him. He is beating up a young man. A young man that looks like Michael, but it can't be. As he is beating, he hears the voice of a young girl screaming for him to stop, then an image of the girl falling down some steps. Then it is gone. He shakes his head. "Who am I? who the hell am I?" he says aloud to no one. "I don't think I can take much more of this torture."
