Sam's mind was reeling. Drew was really going through with the procedure? How was that possible, how could all of this gone down in such a short time? Where had Andre Maddox been and was he trustworthy, how could they trust him not to hurt Drew again? All of these questions kept running through Sam's mind as she drove. She was headed to the Quartermaine's to talk to Monica. If anyone might know what was going on she believed it would be Monica. Drew and Monica had gotten so close, they were as close as a mother and son could be. That made Sam smile. Monica had lost so many people in her life and now she had gained a son, well, two actually since Jason had come back. Drew and Monica's bond had formed so quickly over the 4 years he had been in town, Drew had even come to call her Mom and still did even after the reveal. Monica loved Drew as a son and had even offered to adopt him. Sam wondered if that had ever happened, since their breakup she didn't know a lot about what was going on with Drew. Why, why did she do that, how could she distance herself like that from him? They had been so close and then it was just nothing. Sam's guilt over lying had overwhelmed her and she felt it best at first to just stay away. She knew Drew was so hurt over her admission of still loving Jason that she didn't want to make things worse. But then, Drew suggested divorce so quickly, why, how could he do that? He didn't even wait for her to figure anything out he just said, "we need to divorce." Then again, it probably didn't look too good for Sam to have stayed behind in Switzerland with Jason after she told Drew he wasn't going to be there. "I should have explained that," Sam said to herself. "I just let him assume, and I never explained." Sam slammed her hand against the steering wheel and began recounting all the times that miscommunication had fueled her distance with Drew. All the times, she never explained, or kept her distance so that they couldn't talk anything out. When she gave him back the Aurora shares, she never even said anything, she just put it in the divorce papers. "That must have been a smack in the face, to him, after I told him I wanted it." Sam whispered. She wasn't going to let Drew off the hook though either, he had closed himself off, and wouldn't talk with her, that night after the nurses ball, he was so cold to her, why did he just give up so easily? Why had the both? These were all questions Sam intended on getting answer to, from Drew, but she would have to find him first. She prayed Monica would know what was going on. Sam pulled into the Quartermaine driveway and slammed her car into park. She opened the door of her car and jumped out quickly slamming the door as she scurried to the front door of the mansion.

"Monica!" Sam yelled out loudly upon entering the house. "Monica! Are you hear?" Sam again shouted, louder this time. "Mon…." Sam was about to screech even louder when Monica came out of the sitting room and stopped her.

"Sam! I'm right here, what is going on, you are loud enough to wake the dead!" Monica scolded her.

"Where's Drew, is he here?" Sam asks in a panic.

"What, why, no he isn't here. In fact, the nanny told me he is out of town." Monica explains gruffly. "What is the problem?"

"I think he is having the memory procedure reversed." Sam explains hastily. "I just saw Curtis at Kelly's and he said that he ended up getting the flash drive back and that he also asked Jordan to help find Dr. Maddox."

"What?" Monica asks with a worried tone. "Oh my, oh dear. I knew I should have kept a better eye on him after what happened." Monica groaned. She had, had a few more duties at the hospital lately, which she had been happy about. The distraction had been nice since the reveal that Oscar wasn't her grandchild after all. She couldn't believe all the destruction that Kim had caused with her hideous lie.

"What do you mean, what happened?" Sam asks as she pulls her jacket off and guides Monica over to sit on the sofa.

"You haven't heard?" Monica asks astonished.

"No, I didn't know anything had happened. Oh, did something happen with Oscar's emancipation?" Sam had forgotten that hearing was coming up. Another thing she had been too distracted to follow up on.

"Uh, yes it did." Monica retorts. "Kim lied."

"What, what do you mean she lied? Oscar wasn't really sick after all?" Sam said with a hopeful tone.

"No, Sam. She lied about Drew being Oscars father," Monica blurted out. Monica remembered seeing Drew come home that day, after he had found out and the look on his face, it had such sadness on it. He seemed so alone and lost. She had tried to help him deal with it and to find the happiness in what he still had, but Drew was pretty devastated to lose yet another person to a lie.

"Oh my gosh," Sam sighs. "Oscar isn't Drew's son? He must have been devastated. I know how much he loves him and how his family is everything to him." Sam felt that wave of guilt again knowing she had a hand in taking away a part of his happy family, with lies.

"Yes, he was, he was very upset, to say the least." Monica explained with her gravelly tone. "I tried to help him, to be there for him, but he was not in a good place and preferred to be alone. I wanted to respect his wishes and not push."

"Of course," Sam replies with understanding. She knew sometimes Drew just needed to be alone to process things and think them through. She remembered how after the reveal that he was really Drew Cain he had to go off by himself and think and process the whole complicated mess. Sam leaned over and touched Monica's hand. She wanted to be gentle with her and make sure Monica knew this was not her fault. Drew was pretty stubborn when he wanted to be too, so Sam knew there would have been no talking him out of this if he really wanted to do it. "Monica, I know you did your very best for Drew. He just needed some time to process and think. He'll be okay." Sam explains gently and sweetly.

"Yes, but what if he doesn't survive?" Monica's voice got frail and weepy. "I don't know if I can take the loss of another son." Sam reached over and pulled Monica into a hug. She had to be strong for her, she couldn't let Monica see how scared she was too. Drew would want Sam to help Monica and not let her worry.

"He will Monica, he will, he is strong and healthy and he's pretty stubborn," Sam says as she lets out a little chuckle. "He has you and Scout to live for, he's gonna fight to be okay, I know it," Sam says reassuringly. Sam and Monica sat there for a few more minutes just holding each other. As Sam was getting up to go the doorbell echoed through the foyer.

"Who could that be, I wonder," Monica strides over to answer the door. It was a courier service with a delivery. "Monica Quartermaine?" the man asks.

"Yes, that's me," Monica replies as she points towards herself.

"I have a delivery for you, please sign here," the man says as he hands over his pen. Standing behind Monica Sam notices something about the delivery man's uniform. It was the same company! The same courier that had delivered the envelope to her last night. The envelope! She had forgotten about it again. This couldn't be coincidence, could it? Was it possibly something from Drew? She needed to find out and fast. She gathered her self together and went bursting out the door. As she did she called out to Monica, "Monica, I gotta go, it's really important! Is it okay if Scout stays here tonight?" Sam barely stopped long enough to hear the affirmative response from Monica regarding Scout. Sam knew it was pretty rude to just run out like that and to expect that Scout could spend the night, but she'd make it up to Monica. Sam had to get home, it was urgent that she open that letter.

Monica shook her head as she watched Sam scurry out of the house and into her car. "Wonder what that's about?" she questioned as she looked over the envelope in her hands. She walked with it back into the sitting room. As she sat down on the sofa she placed the envelope on the coffee table and stared at it. Her thoughts turned to Drew again for a moment and she hoped her son would be okay whatever he was doing. She reached over and grabbed the envelope and began to rip open the flap. What could this possibly be about, she wondered as she peered into the envelope at the contents inside.