A/N: Nat—I love the analogy. Now as for if Alison's faking this or not—you'll find out soon enough, and then you will all go Ahhhh. ;) I'm getting excited for the other story—I gave a synopsis to a friend and fellow PC fan a bit ago, and she thought it was good. Anyways—until next time everyone enjoy and ya'll are the best—PCGirl.

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"Chris—I'm so glad I found you," said Elizabeth as she ran up to him while he studied a chart outside of a patient's room.

"Is it something to do with Rafe and Lucy?" he said looking at her.

"No, it's these drawings—I wanted to show them to you," she said waving them in his face.

"Can't they want until I get home—I'm working right now Elizabeth."

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"Before we go in, come here," said Livvie as she stopped off the elevator and grabbing Caleb's hand pulled him over to a small corner. "I just—I wanted to apologize how I may have come across last night. Yesterday was so frustrating and confusing."

"It's ok sweetheart, but we are going to find out the truth. Let's go see how she's doing today," he said giving Livvie a kiss and then walking to the room. "Good morning Alison," he said walking in and seeing her sitting there.

"Hi Caleb, hi Livvie," she said sitting and smiling at Livvie oddly.

"At least you recognize me today," said Caleb under his breath.

"What was that?"

"Just wanted to know what you wanted to do today?"

"Well, actually I've called someone who I think can help us."

"Who is that?" asked Caleb.

"Hello everyone," said Myra as she walked in and to the foot of Alison's bed.

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"Oh come on—just look at them for a minute, please?"

"Fine," he said taking the sketches.

"So what do you think?" asked Elizabeth as she watched his head bob slightly back and forth as he looked over the papers.

"Not bad. Can I ask how you are going to finance this now?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, if it ends up that Lucy did die--well how are you going to finance the whole production of the line. That's what you were wanting Lucy for before—not just as a person to help get your foot in the door, but also finance part of it, right?"

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"Alison, you can't be serious," sighed Livvie.

"Now Livvie, that's not a very nice thing to say—you've hurt my feelings," said Myra as she glared at her.

"I'll hurt more than your feelings," said Livvie as she began to walk forward, but was pulled back by Caleb.

"Shhh, Olivia," he said whispering into her ear.

"Don't shhh me," she said pulling out of his grasp. "Alison—you cannot be serious. Don't you remember all the crap she put Tara and Elena through—everything our families have gone through in the past 370 years."

"I know what they went through, but I just want to hear what Myra has to say—what she feels caused that accident."

Myra's eyes closed, and Caleb's eyes were so transfixed on what she may say that he didn't see the wink and smile between the other two in the room. "The accident was caused by a bomb."

"We knew that already," said Livvie as she now put on another face and crossed her arms.

"Hush!" yelled Myra. "I'm seeing Caleb on the boat—it was him the police described setting the bomb."

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"Well, I was guessing you were going to finance it."

"Oh—so you only like me for my money? I see how it's going to be," Chris said through a half smile.

"Your money, and your sense of humor."

"What about my body? I mean you've seen how women flock to me before."

"But were you playing the part of Chris Ramsey or George at the time?" she smiled.

"Very funny—I'll remember that later."

"I'm going to go see Alison, and then I'll see you at home later," she said taking the sketches from his hands and giving him a kiss before letting him go back to his work.

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"Alison—you can't believe her," cried Livvie.

"Have you ever known me to lie?" asked Myra.

"YES!" shouted all three.

"Alison, I promise you that I did not set that bomb to explode and kill them."

"You don't sound very confidant about yourself Caleb," said Alison.

"I'm telling the truth."

Alison took in a deep breath and looked at all three, "Rafe once said something to me, awhile ago when we were hiding in that cave from Joshua—he said 'Because the second you let your guard down and you let him fool you into believing that he is reformed or harmless or that he's capable of caring about anything else besides himself, it is the last mistake you're ever going to make.' And I believe lately Rafe has forgotten who the real Caleb is—the ruthless bloodsucker. Caleb, this was your plan all along, wasn't it—to make us think you were wanting to put everything to rest—to finally allow Elena, Tara, and their husbands to rest in peace—but this whole time you planned on killing Rafe. Admit it Caleb—ADMIT IT!"

"Ali," said Livvie as she ran to her friends side, "Listen to yourself—don't let Myra do this—don't let her pull of us back into the war. What you are about to say—what you are about to do will keep not only them from resting in peace, but our souls also."

"Rafe would want me to avenge is death," spoke Alison calmly, her eyes interlocked with Caleb's. They heard the door close and noticed Myra had left the room quietly. "What's your next move Caleb? Kill me and the babies too—so you don't have to worry about us coming after you later on?"

"Ali, how could you think that?"

"Let her think I killed him, Olivia—because she's right, at one point I wanted to, but not now—not when we are close enough paradise," he said leaving the room.