This house always gave him the willies. There was just something about the DiMera Mansion that was so cold. It was elegantly decorated with deep, rich colors. The furniture was stiff and uncomfortable looking. Looking around he could actually see the difference between a house and a home.

Now the house that he and Jen shared, that was homey. Unfortunately, if this night ended the way his reporter's instincts told him it would, he may never see that cozy house again. As if reading Jack's depressing thoughts, he saw Sami start to walk towards him, a tray of deviled eggs in hand.

"Egg for your thoughts?" she smiled slightly and offered the tray. Taking one, he popped it into his mouth.

"Do you think there's a reason the mastermind is serving deviled eggs?"

Feigning contemplation she responded, "Maybe it's a theme."

It was good to see Sami smiling again. Most of their time together was spent missing two of Bill Horton's offspring. That's what was so great about their friendship, they could talk about anything.

He'd tell Sami about the list of baby names he had come up with while missing his family. She didn't even think he was crazy when he told her that sometimes he imagined having conversations with his lady love. In turn, she'd tell him about everything that had changed with Lucas. How she fantasized about reuniting with him and Will all the time; she even confessed to imagining he was holding her when she couldn't sleep. They understood how deeply the other missed their respective children.

Although Jack was usually thought of as a funny guy, the comic relief in other words, he had a serious side. He used humor as a way out of awkward situations, or to make himself more comfortable in dangerous conditions. Jen had always gotten that about him, she appreciated his profound thoughts. He loved his wife and children deeply, and if he didn't get back to them soon he was sure he would die.

He couldn't shake the feeling that something big was happening tonight, something bad. Looking around the room, he could see Abe, Roman, and John were huddled together, most likely talking about safety tactics. Mrs. Horton, Maggie, and Doug were laughing together, probably trying to act as normal as possible. Victor was looking on in amused silence as Isabella and Caroline tried to pry a glass of champagne from Cassie. Marlena was coming over to them, while Tony was nowhere to be seen.

Just as Marlena reached him and Sami, and opened her mouth to speak, a bell rang somewhere in the house. The captives looked around in surprise to see a woman signal for them to follow her. Warily, Jack led the two women at his side to follow the others. They were escorted to a stylishly set dining room with a feast spread before their eyes. Sami was the first to voice everyone else's thoughts.

"Do you think it's safe to eat?"

Deciding the best way to dispel the fear in the room was to take the first step; Jack put an arm around Sami's shoulders and the other around Marlena's.

"There's only one way to find out."

Cautiously, everyone followed his lead and found their seats. After he took the daring first bite and lived, everyone followed suit.

All together, it wasn't a bad meal. If they weren't on the island it would feel like a gathering of old friends at Tuscany. They could almost forget their precarious situation in this moment, but it didn't last long. Once dessert was finished the bell rang again. Now knowing what was expected of them, all rose and followed the Asian servant.

They were conducted back to the living room to find that Tony along with three new guests had arrived. As everyone gasped in horror, Jack figured that it was a good thing they had agreed before hand not to talk of escape plans during the party because in front of them sat the masterminds of their entrapment.