There was only about a half an hour left before the plane landed on Melaswen, that's where the tracking device had shown that John's body was. Hope couldn't believe how fast this was happening. One minute Bo was spouting outrageous theories about the dead being alive, the next thing she knew she was on her way to some mysterious island. She, Bo, Tek, and about a dozen other police officers were anxiously awaiting their arrival.

Some of the others were a little stressed right now, but considering that they had just narrowly escaped crossing into restricted military air space most were surprisingly calm. She hadn't been bothered by it all that much, she had been in much more dangerous situations than that, and just like she thought, they had been able to maneuver around it. What concerned her more was Bo's new obsession with their lost loved ones being alive.

If the stalker victims were really alive it would be the biggest miracle to ever hit the small town of Salem. If some crazy person were stealing dead bodies it would be the most devestating news to ever hit their town. What would someone do with at least ten corpses and why would they been taken to the Caribbean? Did she really want to find out?

There were so many unanswered questions; it seemed more probable to think they were all still alive. After all, Stefano DiMera had played God with how many lives in Salem? It would be just his M.O. to do something like this. What if it didn't stop with the stalker victims? What if it was supposed to keep going forever? What if Lucas was right?

She frowned slightly, thinking of her cousin. He had been bound and determined to come with them, but the department couldn't risk a civilian life. Minutes before take off he had been caught trying to sneak on the plane, and almost got away with it, too. Hope had tried to reason with him, but to no avail. They had to leave him with airport security to be sure he couldn't try again.

She could understand his determination. Aunt Maggie and Gram were there, not to mention her own father Doug. She knew he was impatient to know about his Horton relatives, but what he really wanted was to find Sami. The signal had cut out only moments after her husband has gotten back from checking John's murder scene, so they didn't know what "everyone is alive" entailed. It was impossible to know who was on Melaswen or, as they had only noticed hours before, New Salem.

She turned to study her husband and partner's face. His handsome features were tense and she could tell he had a lot on his mind.

"Bo, it's going to be alright. We know where they are, now," she threaded their fingers together, "We are going to get our family members back, whether they're dead or alive."

He didn't respond, instead opting to just squeeze her hand and give a forced smile. Fortunately, the pilot informed them that they were landing now and he relaxed for the first time since the rescue team had boarded the plane. In just a matter of seconds they were on solid ground, the pilot had found a decent sized clearing near the beach to land.

They traveled through the wilderness to find the Brady Pub, or what looked like the Brady Pub in front of them. Trying to hold back her shock, Hope followed Bo inside to find it deserted. They searched high and low; upstairs, in the back, behind the bar, but no one was there. There was evidence of inhabitation, but it was empty now. She came down the backstairs and into the dining area of the pub with a picture frame in hand. Upstairs she had found photographs of various Brady-Horton family members and friends scattered throughout the upper level.

"Bo, look at this." she said while handing a picture of their family to him.

Over on the other side of the room an officer yelled for them to come over. From behind the bar he pulled out a white envelope. Bo took the card from him and read it over as his face darkened noticeably.

"We're going to the DiMera Mansion."