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Sascha coughed as her lungs filled with dust and her nostrils filled with a musty mildew odor. She hadn't been up in the attic since......had she ever been up here at all? She was sure this was where her parents would keep the pictures. Besides, she'd already ransacked the rest of the house and found nothing. She'd made sure to clean everything up, so her mom wouldn't have any clue of her snooping around.
I shouldn't have to snoop! Why shouldn't I be able to see my own baby pictures? Sascha thought as she looked around the attic. There was alot of stuff up there. Boxes and cartons, trunks, an old medical dummy (most likely from Frank's CPR courses), and all of she and Ana's baby junk. She began to poke around, reading the labels on the boxes. Ana's Baby Stuff, Sascha's Baby Stuff, Dishes, Christmas Decorations, Old Scrubs,....Sascha sighed, discouraged. She sat back, and her elbow bumped a stack of ancient newspapers. They fluttered to the ground, and as she stood up to put them back, she noticed a small box. The lid read Photos . How could I have missed this? Sascha wondered as she looked at the box, which was tied shut with string. She then realized that she was standing in the back corner of the attic. As if her parents were trying to hide them. But why?
Sascha sat down right where she was and began to untie the box. Finally, she lifted the lid, and found herself looking at a picture of her mother and father toasting at the Recovery Room. She sorted through photo after photo, and found nothing significant. There were no pictures of herself until she was three or four. Why weren't there any baby pictures of her? There were baby pictures of Ana, even baby pictures of her parents, but none of her. Where could they be?
*
Chris was on break in the staff room when Frank came in. "Hey, Chris," Frank said as he sat down across from him. "Hello, Frank. What's new?" Chris asked idly. "Well, I overheard you this morning. When you were talking to Eve," Frank began. Chris shifted in his seat.
"About Julie," Frank finished. Chris didn't know what to say to that. He didn't have to say anything, because Frank wasn't letting him get a word in edgewise. "Look, what I'm getting at, is I want to help you find her," he said, raising his eyebrows at Chris.
*
"Livvie, what did you just say?" Alison asked, holding Livvie away from her at arm's length. Livvie nodded at her. "It's true, Alison." "But that's just impossible. Caleb died years ago!" Alison protested gently. "That's what I thought, too, but Alison, he's not. I saw him," Livvie said. "What? When?" "He came here last night." Alison couldn't believe what she was hearing. Then again, death wasn't always a definite end in Port Charles. Alison knew that better than anyone.
"Alison, how are we going to stop this?" Livvie sobbed. Alison was silent for a moment. "I don't know. I don't know if we can stop him. I mean, Rafe is gone, and he can't come back," she said finally.
Livvie began to cry again as her son watched from the hallway. Caleb? Was that his name? Dead? No way, no dead guy is stalking my mom, uh-uh. Eli thought. He didn't believe in such nonsense. At least not yet.
"Livvie, please, don't cry. I'm sure we'll figure out something. I just need to think....."Alison coaxed as she hugged her best friend who was falling apart before her eyes. The truth was, she already was thinking. Thinking she had to talk to the one person who knew more about vampire slaying than her late husband - Lucy.
*
Back at the Lighthouse, Raven was feeling the same disbelief her mother was experiencing at the Ramsey's.
"Pregnant?" she hissed. "Christina, are you serious?" "Yeah, I think so. I mean, I haven't been to the doctor yet, but I'm pretty sure," Christina said nervously. Her eyes darted around as they always did when she was uncomfortable. "You'd better get to the doctor, then!" Raven urged.
"I know, I know. I made an appointment, but then I forgot that I was supposed to meet Serena and JR this morning. That's why I needed you to come bail me out," Christina replied. "Should I go with you?"
Christina fidgeted on her daybed. "I really appreciate that, Raven, but see, I haven't even mentioned it to Michael yet, and I think I might need to do that alone," she said. Raven nodded. She did not like Michael Corinthos. He was a crook, just like his father. And he didn't treat Christina right.
"So what do you think he'll say?" Raven asked. Christina shrugged. "I suppose he'll want to marry me, you know, to protect his reputation," she said dismally. Raven pretended to be oblivious to her knowledge of Michael's being a total jerk. "Isn't that what you want?" she asked.
Another half-hearted shrug from Christina. "I don't know. I guess so. I mean, I always thought I did, but not like this. I want to get married because I'm in love, not because I have to," she said. "Do you love him?" Christina didn't even bother to shrug this time. "I have to now, don't I."
It wasn't a question. Raven's heart went out to Christina. Being pregnant was bad enough, but on top of that, the father was a Corinthos, and one Christina's parents weren't aware she was dating. "Well, I better get going, or I'll be late for my appointment," Christina said, getting off her bed and grabbing her handbag.
"Do you want me to wait here for you?" Raven asked. Christina shook her head. "No, that's okay. I'll call you." Raven nodded, secretly upset. She was hoping that Christina would need her some more, her problems were a welcome distraction from the same strange feeling as yesterday.
Sascha coughed as her lungs filled with dust and her nostrils filled with a musty mildew odor. She hadn't been up in the attic since......had she ever been up here at all? She was sure this was where her parents would keep the pictures. Besides, she'd already ransacked the rest of the house and found nothing. She'd made sure to clean everything up, so her mom wouldn't have any clue of her snooping around.
I shouldn't have to snoop! Why shouldn't I be able to see my own baby pictures? Sascha thought as she looked around the attic. There was alot of stuff up there. Boxes and cartons, trunks, an old medical dummy (most likely from Frank's CPR courses), and all of she and Ana's baby junk. She began to poke around, reading the labels on the boxes. Ana's Baby Stuff, Sascha's Baby Stuff, Dishes, Christmas Decorations, Old Scrubs,....Sascha sighed, discouraged. She sat back, and her elbow bumped a stack of ancient newspapers. They fluttered to the ground, and as she stood up to put them back, she noticed a small box. The lid read Photos . How could I have missed this? Sascha wondered as she looked at the box, which was tied shut with string. She then realized that she was standing in the back corner of the attic. As if her parents were trying to hide them. But why?
Sascha sat down right where she was and began to untie the box. Finally, she lifted the lid, and found herself looking at a picture of her mother and father toasting at the Recovery Room. She sorted through photo after photo, and found nothing significant. There were no pictures of herself until she was three or four. Why weren't there any baby pictures of her? There were baby pictures of Ana, even baby pictures of her parents, but none of her. Where could they be?
*
Chris was on break in the staff room when Frank came in. "Hey, Chris," Frank said as he sat down across from him. "Hello, Frank. What's new?" Chris asked idly. "Well, I overheard you this morning. When you were talking to Eve," Frank began. Chris shifted in his seat.
"About Julie," Frank finished. Chris didn't know what to say to that. He didn't have to say anything, because Frank wasn't letting him get a word in edgewise. "Look, what I'm getting at, is I want to help you find her," he said, raising his eyebrows at Chris.
*
"Livvie, what did you just say?" Alison asked, holding Livvie away from her at arm's length. Livvie nodded at her. "It's true, Alison." "But that's just impossible. Caleb died years ago!" Alison protested gently. "That's what I thought, too, but Alison, he's not. I saw him," Livvie said. "What? When?" "He came here last night." Alison couldn't believe what she was hearing. Then again, death wasn't always a definite end in Port Charles. Alison knew that better than anyone.
"Alison, how are we going to stop this?" Livvie sobbed. Alison was silent for a moment. "I don't know. I don't know if we can stop him. I mean, Rafe is gone, and he can't come back," she said finally.
Livvie began to cry again as her son watched from the hallway. Caleb? Was that his name? Dead? No way, no dead guy is stalking my mom, uh-uh. Eli thought. He didn't believe in such nonsense. At least not yet.
"Livvie, please, don't cry. I'm sure we'll figure out something. I just need to think....."Alison coaxed as she hugged her best friend who was falling apart before her eyes. The truth was, she already was thinking. Thinking she had to talk to the one person who knew more about vampire slaying than her late husband - Lucy.
*
Back at the Lighthouse, Raven was feeling the same disbelief her mother was experiencing at the Ramsey's.
"Pregnant?" she hissed. "Christina, are you serious?" "Yeah, I think so. I mean, I haven't been to the doctor yet, but I'm pretty sure," Christina said nervously. Her eyes darted around as they always did when she was uncomfortable. "You'd better get to the doctor, then!" Raven urged.
"I know, I know. I made an appointment, but then I forgot that I was supposed to meet Serena and JR this morning. That's why I needed you to come bail me out," Christina replied. "Should I go with you?"
Christina fidgeted on her daybed. "I really appreciate that, Raven, but see, I haven't even mentioned it to Michael yet, and I think I might need to do that alone," she said. Raven nodded. She did not like Michael Corinthos. He was a crook, just like his father. And he didn't treat Christina right.
"So what do you think he'll say?" Raven asked. Christina shrugged. "I suppose he'll want to marry me, you know, to protect his reputation," she said dismally. Raven pretended to be oblivious to her knowledge of Michael's being a total jerk. "Isn't that what you want?" she asked.
Another half-hearted shrug from Christina. "I don't know. I guess so. I mean, I always thought I did, but not like this. I want to get married because I'm in love, not because I have to," she said. "Do you love him?" Christina didn't even bother to shrug this time. "I have to now, don't I."
It wasn't a question. Raven's heart went out to Christina. Being pregnant was bad enough, but on top of that, the father was a Corinthos, and one Christina's parents weren't aware she was dating. "Well, I better get going, or I'll be late for my appointment," Christina said, getting off her bed and grabbing her handbag.
"Do you want me to wait here for you?" Raven asked. Christina shook her head. "No, that's okay. I'll call you." Raven nodded, secretly upset. She was hoping that Christina would need her some more, her problems were a welcome distraction from the same strange feeling as yesterday.