Many people will be pleased with the happenings in this chapter. For those that are not, I apologize in advance but express my right of creative freedom.

Story-

Next Morning, Corinthos Household-

He dreamt of her that night. Of Ana-Maria. Her warm smile, her eyes looking at him with satisfaction. It was a face that he would never forget as long as he lived. He was lucky to have the time that he had with his mother, although it still crushed him that the time was ultimately so short. Why did she come to him? He had seen her in his dreams many times before, yet they were almost always nightmares instead of good dreams. Could it be that she was giving him a sign that she was pleased with what he had done? Was it a message from heaven? Damian shook his head, he didn't believe in heaven. He didn't believe in a lot of things, not anymore. He looked around the strange room, his room now. It was bare, the walls were not littered with the pictures and other trinkets that he had seen in the living room or in Morgan's room. Oddly enough the way the room was set up brought him comfort. His room at his grandparent's wasn't like most teenagers. It wasn't full of posters or pictures of friends. It was just a room with a bed and a dresser. It didn't even have a picture of his mother. He wasn't superstitious. He didn't believe that she would be watching him. He just didn't want to wake up and see her face next to him. He didn't want that constant visible reminder of what he lost. The mental reminders were more than enough. The morning sun pushed through his window, greeting him warmly. It was only his fourth day in Port Charles, yet in those four short days so many things had happened. He found his father and was slowly beginning to build a relationship with him. Calling Sonny "dad' was still not something he could bring himself to say, but he knew that in time it could be. He held firmly in the belief that he could make it work, he could start to build relationships with Sonny, Courtney, Jason and even Carly. She would be the hardest to sway in his favor, it was already obvious. He wasn't helping the situation very much, but he wasn't going to stand there and be belittled by a woman who didn't even know him. She could be as judgmental as she wanted, it wouldn't push him away. He knew what he wanted, but if it wasn't what Carly wanted then it was her problem, not his. Damian got out of bed and got ready for the day, not entirely sure of what would come on this day and wondering if he could face it.

After he was showered and dressed, Damian walked into the living room. It was empty. He looked over at the digital clock, it was barely ten in the morning. He didn't want to go upstairs and wake them up, assuming they were still asleep. Maybe they had gone out without him? It wasn't something he put past Sonny and Carly, they still had a family unit themselves. Perhaps they were talking to Michael about something in private. The boy was so sharp it was amazing. He knew things that Damian didn't at that age. He could see his father's pride in Michael every time Michael said something. He'd grow up to be something great, Damian firmly believed that. With nothing else to do with his time, Damian left the house to walk the town.

General Hospital-

Georgie was filing some paperwork when she saw her sister come out of the elevator, dressed up in her candy stripper outfit. "You don't have to volunteer."

Maxie walked behind the counter, "I don't have to, but I want to. It keeps my mind off of everything that's been happening lately."

"You sure you wouldn't rather have a bit of a break?" Georgie asked with concern, "Give yourself some time to think."

"What I don't need right now is some time to think about it, Georgie!" Maxie proclaimed. She calmed herself down, "Sorry, I just feel like I'm being swarmed at every corner."

"What do you mean?"

"Mac came up and spoke with me last night," Maxie informed her sister. She was almost sure that Georgie would have known, or would have helped Mac in some way. It was pleasant to know that Georgie had nothing to do with it, that she wasn't pushing herself and what she believed onto her sister. "I showed him the bruises."

"And yet he hasn't served Kyle's head to you on a silver platter?"

"I'm sure he'd like to," Maxie smiled, "But he knows better. Kyle's family wouldn't take very kindly to their boy getting beat by a cop."

"Pity," Georgie replied in disgust, "But I'm glad you told him."

"Yeah, I guess," She grabbed some files, "He wants me to press charges."

"We both do."

"I can't do it," Maxie replied sadly, "You've seen how he is."

"You're afraid of what he would do to someone else if he got in trouble, aren't you?"

Maxie was in awe, "How'd you know?"

"Sister's intuition. Or maybe I just read your diary."

Maxie's mouth opened, "You wouldn't!"

"Don't put it past me," Georgie retorted. Maxie pushed her shoulder and laughed, it felt good to be happy.

Outside Kelly's-

Damian looked up at the window that was part of the room that was supposed to be his home, yet now it wasn't. Sonny swore that the contract wouldn't be broken. Damian believed him. He'd find a way to make the money if Sonny couldn't provide it. For now it was a test of Sonny's word. Before Damian could even turn around he heard a voice nearby, "So we meet again."

Damian turned around and saw the face of a man that had warned him about the strange woman in black that he had seen speak with his father on the docks. Damian didn't show that he was intimated, "Weren't you the one commenting on how I followed people around the last time we saw one another?"

Lorenzo laughed, "I am not following you, but I did see you and I thought I would find out how you're adjusting to this place."

"Fine, thank you," Damian was blank with his response, this man didn't seem to him like he was the best of people.

"It can be very hard to come into this town, you know." Lorenzo stated, "When I first came there was so much opposition against me, yet I remain. Sometimes I wonder why."

Damian had a simple question, "Who are you?"

Lorenzo smiled as he put out his hand, "Lorenzo Alcazar," He answered making his name sound distinctly ethnic, it didn't seem like something he did very often.

"Damian Zuniga," Damian shook hands with Lorenzo.

"Do you have a job yet, Damian?" Lorenzo wondered.

"You're offering me a job?" Damian was shocked. He had barely learned this man's name and he was already giving out a job position.

"I recognize talent when I see it," Lorenzo stated. He was trying to keep his true motive clouded from the boy.

"The only thing I've shown you is my ability to get caught by one of your men," Damian pointed out.

"My men are highly trained individuals. You managed to follow Faith Rosco far enough without her spotting you to impress me. I'm sure there's something that I could find that would fit your strengths."

Damian thought about it, but ultimately decided that he wasn't going to make a decision right there, "Is there some way I can contact you when I've made up my mind?"

Lorenzo grinned a devilish grin, "Don't worry, there will always be some way to contact me. I await your decision," Lorenzo then turned and walked down the pathway.

Damian was about to walk further into Port Charles when he heard some moaning. The sound alarmed him and he followed it around the corner. Much to his surprise there was a slumped teenager leaning against the wall for support. The boy moaned some more and Damian walked closer, "You okay?"

The figure looked up at him, it was Kyle. Yet in his eyes Kyle showed nothing, it was like he wasn't even there. There was a strange substance coming out of mouth. He was barely registering anything that was happening to him.

Growing up in Los Angeles, Damian had seen his fair share of people who did some form of narcotics. Kyle was showing the symptoms of overdosing on something, but he didn't know what. "Kyle, Kyle, I need you to say something to me." Kyle couldn't speak, he could barely move. Damian knelt down and grabbed Kyle's face, "What's your name?" Kyle's head drooped over again as soon as Damian let go. It was obvious that Kyle wasn't in any state to help. Damian wrapped Kyle's arm around him and picked him up, "I need to get you into the hospital," Kyle fell off of him. Damian was panicking now. He didn't know how to adjust to something like this.

Lucky Spencer was returning home from his job at the station and he saw the boy attempting to struggle with lifting Kyle up. Lucky rushed over, "What happened?"

Damian looked over, "I don't know, I heard him moaning and now he's not registering anything. I've tried talking to him and it won't work. I can't carry him to the hospital."

"You won't need to," Lucky brought out his cell and dialed 911, "Yes, we need an ambulance here quickly! Outside Kelly's diner, hurry!" Lucky turned his attentions to Kyle again, but nothing he was doing appeared to be getting through to the boy.

General Hospital-

The EMT's wheeled the gurney that Kyle was strapped on down the hallway. Damian, wanting to make sure that Kyle wasn't dead, rushed to the hospital as fast as he could. By the time he got there he saw Maxie working at the desk. "Maxie!"

She looked up at him, "Damian, what are you doing here?"

"Where is Kyle, is he okay?"

"Why wouldn't he be?"

"Maxie, he overdosed on something."

"What do you mean?"

"I saw him lying there and he wasn't talking. Someone else came and called an ambulance, how could you not know if you're right here?"

"I took a break to get something to drink at the cafeteria," Maxie said. During that time Kyle had been wheeled passed, she remained completely oblivious. "Where did you find him?"

"Outside Kelly's."

"Did you see anything that he could have overdosed on?"

"Maxie, I didn't go through his pockets or anything! I was busy trying attempting to get him talking." Damian leaned against the counter, "I just want to know if he's okay."

"I," She stopped herself, thinking about what she had heard, "I don't know."

"Maxie!" Georgie came rushing down the hall. She had seen Kyle and quickly followed the people that were pushing him down. She couldn't go into the room where they examined him, but she stayed around. "It's Kyle."

"Is he okay?" Maxie asked. Georgie was silent, she just looked at her sister. "Georgie, tell me if he's okay!"

"I can't," Georgie whispered.

"Because you don't know yet, right?" Maxie almost screamed.

"Maxie, he's dead." Georgie was shaking, "Kyle's dead."