"No wonder he's such a good listener," Quinn said to Alexis out in the lounge, later. "He could never get a word in edgewise! Is Oksana that talkative?"

"No, she's more like Zander. Now I'm almost wanting to meet the father! I'll lay odds he is more like Peter."

"Five minutes, and he'll be here," Quinn giggled.

"I wonder if we should keep him separate from Oksana," Alexis said. "What could we do? Build a wall? Draw a line?"

"Yeah! Or there's going to be war!"

"Hi, Quinn. This is my photographer, Lucky Spencer; he's here to see his girlfriend, and I came along, thinking I'd drop in and see Zander."

"I still can't get over you used to go out with him," Lucky said to Cheryl.

"You say that like he's some sort of criminal," Cheryl answered.

"He is some sort of criminal," replied Lucky.

Quinn pointed Cheryl to the lounge, where Zander was trying to walk around a bit.

"Who are you visiting?" she asked Lucky Spencer.

"Elizabeth Webber."

"Down at the end of the hall," Quinn said. "I'll take you."

"You know Zander too," she said to him as they walked.

"It's a small world. Can't believe how well Zander does. Cheryl's a great girl. After all he did to Emily, I was sure any of his past girlfriends were just really out of it, dumb girls."

"Do you know Emily, then?"

"I've know her for years. The last thing I expected. She had this boyfriend, Juan. He was into music, so was she. He went places with it."

"Good for him."

"Emily breaks it off with him over Zander. Who was in jail at the time! No wonder Edward Quartermaine calls him Svengali. None of us can understand it."

"So do you know where she went to college?"

"No, in fact."

"You're such good friends, but you can't even contact her when she goes away to college. I guess she writes to you. You just can't write her back?"

"No. But of course we could. The only reason we can't is because of Zander."

"Oh," Quinn said. "I get it. It's all his fault." She'd reached Miss Webber's door, and waved Lucky Spencer in.

Back at the desk, she could see Cheryl and Zander in the lounge. They saw her eventually, and came over to the desk.

"Small world, isn't it?" Cheryl said. "I was just telling Zander about me and Scott and you and Scott."

"Scott must have a lot on the ball," Zander observed.

"Flattery gets you far in life," Cheryl said.

"In fact, here's my high school prom picture," Quinn said, pulling it from her board. She handed it to Cheryl.

Zander and Cheryl looked at it. Cheryl giggled.

"I know - I laugh at Paul's high school picture," Quinn said. "You guys must be serious. At least, you've been going out a long while. I remember I was still with Sean when I met you."

"It has been awhile," Cheryl said. "I was still at PC high school then. My parents freaked. Scott was in college. Older man. Now he doesn't seem like it."

"PC High," Quinn said. "Did you know this Lucky Spencer back then? Or Emily Quartermaine?" she nodded towards Zander.

"Both, I could say I knew by name," Cheryl said. "I was never friends with either of them. Zander was friends with everybody. Though now we know you weren't a real student! How in the world did you pull that off?"

"Easy," Zander said.

"I can't believe no teacher gets suspicious. Seeing you around but never seeing you in class."

"Mercy High was too small for that to ever happen," Quinn added.

"That's why you can't stay in one school for long," Zander said. "But do you have any other pictures?" he asked Quinn, clearly anxious to change the subject.

"Well, yes. Here's me and Paul, here's me at my college graduation with my parents. Oh, you'll like this. See if you can tell who it is. A couple of years older than you are now."

Zander looked at them, holding them so Cheryl could look, too. "That shrink! I knew you sent him!"

"Me? He's just a shrink on the hospital staff!" Quinn said, playing innocent.

"You look different in this picture," he said. "More different than in your high school picture."

"Very pretty," Cheryl said. "I think Deception would hire you if you wanted."

"Nice family picture," Zander said. "And your college graduation. Is that the diploma you've got there? They had the whole ceremony and all that?"

"Yes," Quinn said. She was a little touched at how wistfully he looked at it. He must be thinking about how close he would be now to graduating from college, she thought.

"Oh," he said, brightening up. "This is Joe! Ha ha! Joe was young once! But you can see it's him."

"Good job," Quinn said. "I'll tell him you recognized him."