Flashback (January 1, 1992)
"What do you want with me?" Roger looked straight at Charlene. "You've kept me here for days. The least you could do is tell me what you want from me. Money? I can get you money."
Charlene laughed cruelly. "I don't need you for money. Oh, but wait. Yes I do. You see, I realized your senior year that you had the potential to become famous. But you blew that. So then I decided you would marry rich. Well, you ran off and blew that. But now…now you'll do what I want. Or Mimi will die."
"You're lying!"
"Maybe. But for now, Allison is ready for you" She turned to the guards. "If he puts up a fight, beat him. But not too much. Allison still has…ah…need of him."
End Flashback
"No!" Roger jerked up. He was soaked with sweat, and Mimi was staring at him, worried. "Baby?"
"Call Joanne." Roger looked at Mimi. I just remembered something that may help her win the case."
Mimi nodded, grabbing the phone. "Jo? Oh, sorry Mo. Is Joanne there? Thanks. Hey Jo. Can you get down here? Roger needs to speak to you. Five minutes? 'Kay, thanks." She turned to Roger. "She'll be here soon.
Joanne was there as quickly as possible. "Rog, what's up?"
"I just…a memory. You know how Maureen wanted to push sexual assault charges?"
"Yes…"
"Do it. I'll vouch."
"Okay, but why the sudden change of heart?"
"Gotta love those suppressed memories."
Mimi frowned. "Are you gonna need him in court?"
"No, the judge will come down here if he needs Roger's testimony." She nodded at Roger. "You got it. "I'm heading home."
Flashback (July 30, 1989)
"And so, as we say our goodbyes to April Ericcson, we remember that she…"
"This is bullshit," Roger muttered. It was April's funeral, and Roger was not coping well.
Mark put a hand on his shoulder. "It's almost over."
"Dude, I can't take this. I need a fix." He stood to leave.
Maureen yanked him down. "Don't even think about it, Roger. You sit your ass down and respect April. She'd do the same fucking thing for you."
"Mo…"
"No! You will sit here and handle this like a man, or so help me god, I will kick your ass from here to next month!"
Roger looked back at the priest. "…was well-loved. April had many friends. We must comfort them in their grieving." The priest stepped down, and everyone stood. Roger skipped the line of mourners, heading for the bathroom. Maureen followed. "In the house of God, Roger? Come on."
"Maureen, I need this right now."
"April would have wanted you to get clean, Roger. Think about that."
End flashback
