The party goes on for two more hours after the bride and groom are sent off in a shower of confetti--which Sonny's positive he's gonna find all over his lawn, his clothes, even his food for the next few months or so.

The music is still going strong, and the guests are still happy. In the early hours of the morning, some finally head towards their cars. Others are carried away, despite not being child sized.

Sonny stands on this front steps as he watches the last of them pull away. The eastern sky pales, gently pushing the darkness away. Even as he still stands there, he watches a star blink out.

The morning is waking up.

"You have to be tired by now." Will calls from the veranda up above.

"Nope." Sonny keeps looking at the sky. "I know I should be, but I'm not."

"You're gonna need at least a week to clean all this up."

"Wrong again. General Deveraux and her cronies are coming back tomorrow to do it themselves. I'm under strict orders to stay out of their way, and that's one direct order I have no problem listening to. I didn't think you'd be staying."

"Neither did I."

Sonny turns now, looking up at Will. "So why did you?"

"I don't know. I have no idea what I'm supposed to do about you, Sonny. I swear on my life, I don't know. Guys have never been a problem for me. Maybe I've been a problem for them." Will says with a faint smile. "But you're the first guy to cause one."

Sonny starts to move up to Will. "None of them were in love with you."

"No, none of them were in love with me. Wanted me. They lusted after me, but that's easy. You can be careless with lust. And I'll be completely honest. Most of the time, I was okay being careless. Not just sex, but the familiar routine. The challenge. Whatever you want to call a relationship that really isn't one. When the music is finally over, or there's no challenge, there's plenty of cuts and burns, but no one got seriously hurt."

"But what we have isn't just a challenge."

"I've already seriously hurt you."

"Just cuts and burns, Will." Sonny stops, now face-to-face with Will. "Cuts and burns."

"What do you see when you look at me? Just someone, something that used to be there. You can't force the living on the dead."

I can see you just fine. But there's something in both of us that can't just be ignored or thrown away. Maybe something we need to make right before we can really move on."

Sonny reaches into his pocket, pulling out Tom's lapel watch. "I gave this to you once before, decades ago. I think it's time I gave it back to you."

Will's fingers go cold at the very idea of touching it. "If it's true, don't you get that it still ended in death and grief and tragedy? We can't change what already happened. Why risk history repeating itself?"

"Because it has to. Because we're better this time." Sonny opens Will's hand, dropping the lapel watch into Will's open palm, closing his fingers over it. "Because if we don't make this right, it never stops."

"Okay." Will pins the lapel watch to the lapel of his jacket, then pulls off the hourglass around his neck. "I gave this to you once before. You should have it back."

The second Sonny touches it, the clock that used to be inside the DiMera mansion starts to bong.

"It's midnight." Sonny says perfectly calm. "It's about to strike 12 times." And he looks at his phone, where the clock is clearly on display. "Midnight." he repeats, showing it to well. "Check the watch."

Will's fingers aren't as steady as he holds it up. "Oh my God." Will breathes when he sees both hands pointing straight up. "Why?"

"I think we're about to find out."

"I have to go inside." Sonny looks back, towards the doorway, in the general direction of the makeshift nursery. "I have to go to the nursery. The baby…"

Even as he speaks, they bot can hear the crying.

"Sonny, let's just go. Just jump in the car and get the hell away from here."

But Sonny's already moving back inside. "The baby's crying. He's hungry. He needs me. Tom's parents are asleep. I always go in early when he's not here. I hate sitting with them in the smoking room after dinner. I can feel how much she hates me."

Sonny's voice is different, Will suddenly realizes as he follows Sonny. "Sonny."

"Henderson will walk him, or change him, but my little Bill needs his mother. I don't like having him two doors down." he says as he hurries down the hallway. "But Mrs. Adelaide always gets her way. Not always." Sonny corrects, a smile in his voice. "If she did, I'd be fish food instead of married to Tom. He'll be home tomorrow. I miss him so much."

As he starts towards the door, his pace slows down, and Will can hear him breathe rapidly. "I have to go in." Now it's Sonny's voice again, edged with real fear. "I have to go inside. I need to see."

Gathering all the courage he has, Will takes Sonny's hand. "Then we'll go in together."