Alexis knocked on the door of room 1010 at the Port Charles Hotel. "Oksana," she yelled. "It's me, Alexis."

Oksana opened the door and let Alexis in. "I could not sleep all night," she said. "I called over there. It was a good time for it, anyway."

Alexis saw the pad of paper at the desk. A lot of Russian letters, which Alexis knew enough about to make out that they were names of people.

"You've done a lot here," Alexis said.

"I have to just go there, to look up the records," Oksana said. "What my mother remembers probably isn't good for cause of death. Most of them seem to be explained some other way, nobody died all of a sudden, but some I don't think she really knows what happened with most of them."

"Your mother? Have you been in touch with her?"

"Yes, I got to have this reunion with my family, that I never expected I would be able to do, but finally we got to go. I took Peter, too. I tell them Aleksander's in college. How do you explain you've lost your kid? Anyway, now they ask a lot of questions about him. It takes me awhile to calm my mother down to tell me about these relatives. She's never seen Sander and she's in a panic."

"Do you have a picture of Peter?" Alexis asked, curious, suddenly.

Oksana pulled a picture out of her wallet and gave it to Alexis.

"Cute," Alexis said, looking at the photo. Peter had lighter hair, and a thinner face, dark eyes, and a big, mischievous smile. "You could see them and tell they were brothers right off."

"I'm afraid to tell him I've found Aleksander until I've seen him. I saw your police department photo. I don't feel right telling Peter until I've really seen it's him, though."

"What did you think when he was gone?"

"He left this note to Peter, so we knew he wasn't dragged off and murdered, or anything like that. But it was still so dangerous, what he was doing, and the police could not trace him. I hired detectives and they've worked on this almost four years now. A couple of times they almost found him. He was too clever, and got ahead of them."

"You hadn't given up on finding him, though."

"No, I wouldn't, but the longer it was, the more I thought something bad could have happen to him. He could come back anytime he wanted, so I thought it must be he couldn't."

"It'll be awhile before I can get him to be willing to see you, I think. I'd really rather he was willing first."

"Please, he can just be asleep. I just get a look. Then I'll go to Russia to research these relatives' deaths."

Alexis called the nurse's desk.

Quinn was nervous; she already knew that Zander's mother didn't always do what she said she was going to do. If she woke him up, they'd all be taken in.

Still, she'd gotten him to take some pain medication. The walking had tired him out enough that with the pain medication, he was bound to fall asleep. Alexis called her and asked her to call her back if he was asleep, explaining her errand. She said that she and Oksana were in the first floor lounge and would stay there until Quinn called.

So her stomach felt a little funny when she called Alexis and said it was all right. She wrote a big note for the chart for the other nurses to warn them not to let Oksana in at any time the patient was awake, even though she was his mother.

The elevator opened – Alexis gave her a wry look as they came in. Quinn led them over to the room. Oksana stopped at the door, looked a minute. Quinn passed in, in front of her, wanting to check to make sure he was really still asleep.

"OK," she said. She and Alexis exchanged glances, and Oksana went over to the side of the bed. Almost instinctively, she reached out and pushed his hair back from his forehead. Quinn felt a moment of panic, but it was not necessary. Oksana didn't try to wake him up. She stared another second, then turned. Her mouth twisted up, and her eyes filled up with tears. Quinn felt a lump in her throat. "Thanks," Oksana mumbled, and left the room, and continued walking quickly out to the elevator.

Quinn and Alexis exchanged glances again, both looking relieved. Alexis went out running, "let me take you to the airport." Oksana still looked down at the floor, her hair hiding her face. When the elevator door opened, Alexis put an arm around her shoulders and walked in with her. She looked at Quinn again as the elevator closed. "I'll be back," she said.