In the cottage, Sheridan Crane held her breath.  She'd finally worked up the nerve after Antonio and Luis began to plan the double wedding.  She had just blurted out the whole story, as fast as she could so they couldn't interrupt her, and now had to endure a moment of deafening silence as the men she loved stared at her in shock.

            Then, Luis roared angrily and threw a punch at his brother.  Antonio punched back, and the two were off fighting again.  Sheridan just couldn't believe this.  Why was she being punished like this?  What had she done to fall in love with two brothers a thousand miles apart and not know about it due to amnesia?  It was just so ridiculous, a part of her actually wanted to laugh at the absurd joke her entire life had turned out to be, while the rest of her was trying to sort out her feelings for the two.

            First there was "Brian," or as she corrected herself, Antonio.  He was so handsome caring, brave, and thoughtful.  There was no doubt that she cared deeply for him, and was very grateful for all he had done for her, but was it really love?  She had thought so, but it wasn't really her, but Diana, who had fallen in love with him.  Diana.  Sheridan automatically winced at the thought of what an insipid, incompetent twit she had been the past few months: constantly wandering off and needing to be saved from drowning, asking if there were any gazebos in Harmony, calling Luis things like "the man she loved and lost," thinking that she could test-drive racecars and worst of all, running up a gigantic gambling debt when she should've known that it was a set-up.  Maybe she'd had a concussion or something.  Anyhow, if Diana was such a moron, could she really trust the feelings she had as her?

            Then there was Luis, whom she had loved with such great passion that a part of her felt he must be her true love.  He was so dashing, and hot, and made every second he was with her filled with excitement.  However, he had some very serious faults: he was undeniably hotheaded, sometimes controlling, and always resorted to violence.  Why, he had attacked Antonio, no questions asked, just for showing up!  Is this really the sort of person you'd want to live with all time?  Also, if he really is her one great love, how could she have developed such strong feelings for his brother, amnesia or no amnesia?  She would have thought that this choice would be a no-brainer, but instead it was extraordinarily difficult.  She also knew that she had been happy with "Brian" in a past life, and there had been nothing but misery for her and Luis.  If they were really this doomed, maybe it would be better for both of them if she chose to be happy with Brian, especially if she and Luis could never be together anyway.

            At any rate, Sheridan needed to stop the fight.  They were both starting to look battered, though Antonio looked the worse for wear, and they were smashing even more of her possessions.  She was afraid to get right in it, and didn't know if her voice alone was enough to stop it.  She toyed briefly with the idea of bringing someone else in, but who?  She didn't know where to look for anyone, and even if she found them, they'd be so shocked at seeing Sheridan Crane alive that she'd never get them back in time.   She might be able to find Ethan at the mansion, but if Luis was right and Julian and Alistair really had tried to kill her, then that was the last place she wanted to go.  A few seconds went by, and CRASH!, a vase that had belonged to her mother shattered into a million pieces.

            That did it.  "Cut it out!" Sheridan yelled at the top of her lungs.  Luis and Antonio both stopped in mid pummel and stared at her.  "I will NOT stand here and let the two of you kill each other, though quite frankly that would actually make things a lot less confused right now.  I'm sorry about this mess, but I can't help it any more than you can."

            Antonio immediately looked remorseful.  "I'm sorry, Di-Sheridan, this all must be so hard on you right now.  I was acting like an idiot, and wasn't even considering your feelings."  He held her hands tenderly in quiet support.

            "You keep your hands off of my fiancée!" Luis fumed.  "Sheridan, tell him that he can take a hike now that you've got your memory back."

            Antonio glared at his brother.  "Lay off, Luis!  Sheridan's been through enough without you yelling at her!"

            "I'm not about to take orders from you!  Sheridan, tell him you want nothing to do with him now that you have your memory back."

            Sheridan couldn't believe what she was hearing.  "I can't do that, Luis.  I care about both of you!"

            Luis felt crushed.  "But you love me, not him, right?"  When Sheridan didn't answer right away, he continued.  "Right?  You want to marry me?"  When she was silent once again, Luis voiced his frustration.  "Sheridan, you've gotta choose right now, once and for all, him or me!"

            Throughout all of this, Sheridan's anger rose steadily.  Who was Luis, to nearly kill his own brother and almost destroy her living room, then yell at Antonio, who was just being understanding, for having the nerve to "touch" her, and finally give out ultimatums when she hadn't even had time to come to grips with what just happened?  What, was she a piece of missing luggage that he was having trouble reclaiming?  She'd obviously been mistaken about him, and was glad to have had a chance to see this side of Luis before marrying him.

            Taking a deep breath, she answered Luis.  "Thank you, Luis.  This might have been the hardest, most confusing thing that's ever happened to me, but you've made it very simple.  You just told me I had to choose and I've found it surprisingly easy to make my decision."  Luis grinned, confident that his beloved was going to pick him, and Sheridan continued speaking.  "I've decided which man I want to marry—I choose Antonio!"

*****

            At the hospital, everyone had gradually congregated in the lounge, with the exception of Miguel and Tabitha, who understandably wanted to stay near their respective loved ones.  Those who didn't know that Theresa and Julian were alive were in for a bit of a shock to see them, but that shock soon wore off, since Harmony's residents were by now used to seeing supposedly dead people strolling by.  TC predictably ranted about hating Julian and tried to kill him, but he was quickly restrained by Sam and Hank, and calmed down until he was merely seething.

            As Dr. Eve walked in, a belligerent Julian and Ivy demanded to know the results of Laura's blood tests.

            "So, Eve, how are they?  Are the results good?" Ivy demanded.  She wasn't in the best of moods right now, what with Theresa's reappearance, worrying about her daughter, and the combined effects of painkillers, liquor, and valium that were once more having a decisively negative influence on her personality.

            "Well," Dr. Eve answered, not knowing exactly how to break this news, but not worrying too much about the recipients' feelings right now.  It was the rest of what she had to say that was going to be so hard.  "As far as the blood test goes, I have good news and bad news."

            Julian grunted impatiently.  "Come on, Eve, have at it!  Is my daughter doing to be okay?"

            "The good news is that Laura tested negative for any underlying conditions.  She's going to make a full recovery.  The bad news, well, Julian, the bad news is that she's not your daughter."

            After staring blankly for a moment, Julian promptly turned on Ivy, grabbing her by the wrists.  "So, my little SLUT of an ex-wife, Ethan wasn't the only one, was he?  You got knocked up and deceived me yet again!  Just out of curiosity, "dearest," are any of my children actually MINE?!"

            Ivy, though just as stunned as Julian was, had been put in a fighting mood by Julian's words.  She promptly spit out a reply: "As much as I would love to be able to tell you otherwise, yes, you unfortunately are the father of all of my daughters!"

            "And why should I take the word of a two-timing whore?!  You probably thought if you kept pretending the others are Cranes, you'd be able to claim more of MY money!  I'd like to know, my paralyzed pet, was this one by your precious Sam as well, or was it something more like a fling with the pool boy?"

            By this time, everyone in the lounge was crowded around Dr. Eve, Julian, and Ivy.  Sam immediately swore that it certainly wasn't him, Grace couldn't help looking at her husband somewhat suspiciously, Hank said "whoa," Jessica got really upset, and Kay was torn.  She didn't know whether to be amused that someone in her family might not really be as impossibly good as she thought they were, or annoyed that in a few months she could be Christmas shopping for yet another Bennett bastard.

            Dr. Eve knew that she had to stop this, and raised her voice above the melee.  "You misunderstood me, Julian.  She's not Ivy's child either!"

            The noise abruptly ceased, and Ivy and Julian stared at the good doctor.  "What do you mean?!" the two demanded in unison.

            "I compared her test to results for both of you that the hospital had on file.  I'm sorry, but she doesn't match either of you.  The only explanation is that she was switched at birth."

            "Then, we have a daughter who's out there somewhere," Ivy gasped.

            "Father is not going to be happy about this," muttered Julian.

            "Shut up, and stop sniveling," Ivy ordered.  "Eve, do you have any idea who she could've been switched with?"

            This was the part that Dr. Eve really didn't want to reveal, but the truth had to come out, and sooner was better than later.  "I checked to see who else was born here at that time, and almost all of the children were males.  In fact, only one other girl was born in the right time span.  I'm sorry," she said, glancing in Sam and Grace's direction, "but though we'll need to do tests to be sure, I'm confident, that the only other girl who could have been switched is Kay Bennett!"