This was driving him crazy. The signal was so familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. It was on the tip of his tongue. Beep, beep-beep-beep, beep-beep... it was so frustrating. Hope and Tek didn't even recognize it, but Bo knew it. When the signal went out the other day he had felt this unexplainable sense of despair. It was as if a part of him would die if he didn't figure it out, but he didn't know why.

Thankfully, the signal had come back and he had been here ever since trying to decipher it. Try as he might, the signal just wasn't enough. He needed more to figure it out; really he needed his big brother. His eyes once again fell on the 4th of July photo, this time studying Roman's face. Roman!

That was the missing link. He and Roman had made a secret code, that code coming right now. It seemed impossible to believe, Roman was dead. Marlena had killed him; he had held the dead body. Then again, if there was even the slightest possibility he had to know. Quickly, Bo grabbed a pencil and pad, preparing to write as the signal started over.

Listening intently, he caught it. Beep, beep-beep-beep, beep-beep... translated it was the name Roman, then is, and finally the word alive. Next came, 'Marlena is alive, Alice is alive, Doug is alive, Victor is alive, Caroline is alive, everyone is alive...' He was so absorbed on interpreting the code he didn't notice the door to his office open, but it was hard to miss the frenzied man that came barreling through.

"Bo! You have to look at this. Sami's..." but Bo cut Lucas off with a wave of his hand.

"Not now, Lucas. I just got a huge break, I'm trying to finish decoding this. Be quiet."

"Bo, this is important. The handwriting!"

Exasperated, he threw down his pencil.

"What?"

"The handwriting on the suicide note, it's not Sami's. It was forged."

He looked at the younger man in shock, it couldn't be true. This was just the overactive imagination of a desperate man.

"Are you sure? I mean, maybe it's a little different because she was upset. Her hand could have been shaking or who knows what."

"I know Sami's handwriting."

"Then why didn't you pick up on it before. It's been at least three weeks. I understand that you feel responsible, so do I, so do a lot of people, but you're grasping at straws."

Not discouraged in least, so it seemed, Lucas thrust some papers in his face, "Look at these. Look closely, it's not the same!"

Pushing the papers to the side of the desk, Bo waved the notepad in Lucas's face.

"I'll look into it, I promise, but this takes top priority right now."

He watched as Lucas's eyes widen as he read the writing on the pad.

"What is this?"

"It's a signal that I've been getting for a few weeks now. I just figured out the code, but I shouldn't be telling you this. It is classified police information."

"Wait, it says everyone is alive. Does that mean just the stalker victims? Then, why is Victor there?"

"I don't know, okay. I just figured this out two seconds before you ran in here." He wasn't exactly sure where Lucas was going with this, but it had the potential to end in severe disappointment.

"Do you think that..." but what he wanted to know Bo didn't find out because at that moment Tek came in.

"Bo, I just got a call from the Salem Hotel. There's been an attack. Someone we know has been hurt badly."

"Who? Tek, who was it?"

"It was John. John Black is dead