Sam was sprawled out on a cold, hard concrete floor. She stirred a bit and winced her face when she felt the coldness against it. Her eyes were closed and she felt a bit groggy from whatever she had been given. She let out a little moan and reached her hand up to her head to rub it a bit. She bent her knees and swung her body around to a sitting position. Sam slowly opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. It was a dark room with cinderblock walls. A lone window high up near the ceiling was streaming moonlight in. She looked around and tried to recall what happened, how did she get here?

"Oh my gosh, what the hell happened?" She said to herself, rubbing her temples and trying to think through the fog in her brain. She thought back to the last thing she could remember. She had been at the penthouse, trying to figure out what to do about Drew and Jason.

"Yeah, that's right. I decided to go away," she recounted to herself. "I was waiting for the elevator and then…" Sam quietly trailed off her ramblings and brought her hand to the back of her neck. She remembered feeling a sting of something being shoved into her neck. After she had been stabbed with what she could only assume was a needle, she remembered being scooped up into a wheel chair and taken into the elevator. Sam was helpless to stop whoever was manhandling her. Whatever they had given her was paralyzing her muscles and making it very difficult to move. She recalled trying to look up at the person to see who it was that had attacked her, but they had their head covered with a scarf so Sam couldn't make out a face.

As Sam continued to recount what happened, she tried to stand up. As soon as she stood the room started to spin and Sam stumbled a bit falling back down to her knees.

"Ah, what did they give me?" Sam lamented holding her head. She crawled over toward the wall that was nearby and sat down with her back against it. She tilted her head from side to side trying to get her bearings once again.

"Come on Sam, think! You must have seen something!" She chided herself. Sam was desperate to remember anything that could help her figure out who had her and maybe even where she was. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Suddenly she remembered one of the last things she did before she had been drugged. Sam popped her eyes open wide and got a hopeful feeling. Did she still have it? "Please don't let them have taken it," she thought to herself. Sam quickly moved her hand to her back pocket and fumbled around a bit.

"Yes! I still have it!" She cried as she pulled the folded white envelope from her pocket.

Sam unfolded the envelope and held it out in front of her. Just as she was about to open it, she heard the creaking of the door opening and she quickly shoved it back into her pocket out of sight. She tried to stand to her feet again, but it was no use, as the room just began to spin once more. "Damn, it!" she mumbled to herself, frustrated that she wouldn't be able to get the drop on whoever this person was.

"Yeah, you are going to want to not try to get up, that sedative I gave you was a little strong. Sorry about that." Kim mocks.

Sam immediately looks up, a look of horror and disgust on her face.

"Kim!? What the hell are you doing?" Sam implores.

Kim steps fully into the room carrying a small bag of supplies. She reaches into the bag and pulls out a bottle of water.

"Here, drink this. It will help flush the drug out of your system."

Sam looks at Kim with daggers in her eyes. She takes the bottle of water and then tosses it across the room.

"Why would I take anything from you? You probably just drugged that too." Sam snipes.

"Suit yourself," Kim shrugs placing the bag of supplies down on the floor. "If I were you though, I'd consider drinking some and eating too. You are going to be here for a while and so you'll want to keep your strength up."

Sam looks over at Kim with a perplexed look.

"What do you mean, I'm going to be here for a while? What are you up to Kim? Why did you bring me here?" Sam rapidly fires the questions at her.

Kim lets out a big sigh and pushes the hair out of her face.

"Don't worry Sam, I'm going to take good care of you. I brought you a blanket too, it might be a bit drafty in here."

Kim looks around the room pointing and then folds her arms across her chest.

Sam, even more enraged now that Kim isn't answering any of her questions, bolts up and rushes to charge at Kim. Still having the sedative in her system, Sam's efforts are no use and she tumbles to the ground unconscious.

Kim walks over and crouches down by where Sam had collapsed. She reaches over and begins to stroke Sam's hair.

"There, there Sam, it's okay. Don't fight it, just rest. You'll feel better soon." Kim whispers eerily patting Sam on the head.

Kim stands up and turns to go. She gives one more look around the room and then picks up the bag of supplies and dumps it over, so the contents go scattering around the floor.

Kim opens the door and steps out of the room, slamming the door behind her. She turns around and locks the door from the outside tapping on it lightly with her finger.

"You just rest now Sam. Soon enough, I'm going to bring someone to keep you company." Kim darted her eyes up quickly and then smoothed out her clothes. She turned away from the room and scurried off into the night.

Sam winced her eyes and scrunched her face up at the feel of the morning sun on it. She rocked back and forth on her stomach a few times and placed her hands on the cold concrete floor. She slowly came to the realization of her captivity. Slowly recalling her interaction with Kim the night before.

Sam rolled over on her back and raised her hand up to her head.

"Ugh!" she cried out. "That stupid crazy bitch! What is she up to?!" Sam called out as she sat up. After she sat up, she took a moment to see if the affects of the drug she had been given had worn off. She didn't feel dizzy or weak, so she slowly stood up. Looking around the room there was nothing distinguishing about it, just a plain concrete room with a metal door. The only light, coming from a small window at the top of the wall. Knowing in her heart it was probably useless, Sam headed for the door and tried to open it.

"Locked, Dammit!" Sam muttered. Sam pounded on the door with her fist, "Help! Help me! Someone please!" She screamed. After a minute she put her ear up to the door and listened. She could hear absolutely nothing. She ran her fingers along the sides of the door to see if there was any possibility of prying it open. Not seeing or feeling any gaps or flaws she moved to the bottom of the door to see if there was a gap, where she could maybe somehow signal someone. The bottom of the door gave no possibility of escape either and Sam slammed her hand down on the ground in frustration. She turned her back to the door and sat down in front of it.

Taking a deep breath in her eyes suddenly caught a water bottle across the room. She recalled the bag of supplies Kim had brought to her the night before. Sam scanned the room again and noticed a second bottle of water and a couple of apples.

She got up and gathered the items and then moved back to her place against the door. She tore the label off the water bottle and looked carefully for any signs of tampering. The seal was in tact on the lid and she saw no other signs that Kim had messed with the bottle.

"Here goes nothing," she quipped as she opened the bottle and took a small sip. Sam did a similar examination to one of the apples and then took a bite after she determined it was free of harm. Sam took a deep breath in and sighed out loudly. She ate the apple down to the core and took a few more sips of water. Replacing the cap onto the water, a realization came across her face. She felt into her back pocket. It was still there, the letter from Drew.

Sam pulled the envelope out of her pocket, unfolded it and tapped it in her hands for a second, just staring at it.

"Just open it Sam," she chides herself. She turns the envelope over and rips up the glued down flap. She reaches in and pulls out the folded paper. Closing her eyes and letting out a big sigh she unfolds the letter.

She opens her eyes and begins to read the handwritten, note.

Drew –

It seems kind of weird to be writing this letter to yourself, I know trust me, it's just as weird writing it, but it's Dr.'s orders, so what the hell.

Dr. Maddox wanted me to make videos about important people in my life from before the procedure to help in case the last 5 years don't come back. God, I hope the last years don't get erased, they have been really good years, for the most part. I guess, if you don't count, getting your memory wiped, your face re-arranged and living someone else's life good, then yours has been fabulous.

Anyway, enough of the jokes, this is supposed to be about Sam. I didn't want to make a video about her because I didn't want to be influenced by what I might say about her. So, why write a letter? Won't that influence me too? I don't know, I just thought that what I wanted to say about Sam needed to be written down, that the act of actually taking pen to paper would somehow solidify my thoughts about her into history and maybe into my mind and make me not forget her.

Sam is, incredible. She is an incredible mother, friend, daughter and she was an incredible wife.

You left Sam to give her space to figure out her feelings and then you shut down, closed off and didn't try with her. You gave up on your life with Sam and that was the biggest mistake of your life. When Jason came, "back to life," you rolled over and let him take back what was 'his.' While most of it was rightly his, you and Sam had forged a bond, built a life and created a family that was worth fighting for. YOU should have fought harder. You left Sam that night and you never looked back. You told yourself that you were helping her, freeing her from her guilt and making the decision easy for her. It SHOULDN'T have been, easy, it was a tough situation and you should have faced it. You have never backed down from a fight in your life, you, dumb son of a bitch and THAT'S the one you chose to cower from! If you survive this procedure, you need to get back to Port Charles and fight for Sam, fight for the family that you made, the family you have always wanted. Don't back down again and make sure Sam knows that you love her. In fact, make sure she knows, she's the love of your life!

A big part of me hopes you never read this letter, because, hopefully it won't be necessary, but if you do read it, please take it to heart and get your family back. You have never been happier than you were with Sam and Danny and Scout.

Go fight for your family and never give up trying!

Sam wiped the tears that were streaming down her face. She folded the letter and carefully put it back into the envelope and returned it to her pocket for safe keeping. The words in the letter were powerful and she took them to heart. She knew she hadn't been fighting for Drew either, just stuck in this limbo between two men. A flood of realization washed over her. She finally knew what she wanted, it was Drew and the family they had built together. She wished she hadn't wasted so much time lost in guilt and nostalgia about Jason. She knew Jason was her past and he would hold a special place in her heart, but Drew and their family was the future she wanted. Sam vowed to herself that as soon as she got out of this situation with Kim, she was going to fight like hell to get Drew back and put their family together again.

Sam knew she had to do something to try and get out of this place, she couldn't just sit here and do nothing. She stood up from her position by the door. She banged her fist on the door again, harder than ever.

"Help! Please help! Someone! Can anyone hear me!? Please, I need help!" Sam began sobbing as she realized no one could hear her and she sunk down to the floor again.

She rubbed her hands along her face and took a deep breath in.

"Okay Sam, get it together," she scolded herself. "No one may be able to hear me, but you need to figure out a way to get out of here. You need to get back home, to Danny, Scout and to Drew. Your family needs you, so you will get out of here!" Sam exclaimed to herself as she tilted her head back against the door and began hatching a plan to escape her captivity.