Sabrina entered the Floating Rib and looked for Patrick. When she spied him, she walked over and sat down next to him at the bar.

"Sssabrina? What… are you doing… here?" Patrick slurred as he sipped his beer.

Sabrina reached out and grabbed the beer, ignoring his grunt of protest. "You called me."

"I did? I don't remember."

Sabrina rolled her eyes. She had just put AJ down for the night when her phone rang and she saw Patrick's number. She debated answering it, but did anyway and was surprised when he began muttering incoherently to her about being sorry and finally understanding what he'd done. When he hung up on her, she called back and the bartender at the Rib answered and explained that Patrick had been there drinking for a while and was about to be cut off.

Sabrina said, "Shocker," as she got up and began pulling him up. "Come on. I'm taking you home."

Patrick just said, "Okay," and walked out with her.

When they got to his house, Sabrina used Patrick's key to unlock the door. She guided him to the couch and sat him down. After giving him some water and Advil, she turned to leave, but Patrick said, "Wait! Don't go."

"Patrick, it's late. Michael is waiting for me."

Patrick scoffed, "Michael, smichael," and then tugged on her left hand until she sat next to him. He fiddled with her rings and then looked up. "I'm so sorry…"

Not wanting to get into it again, Sabrina tried to get up, but he held tight. "I never understood, but now I do. I'm sorry."

"What do you mean," Sabrina asked, curious.

"Jason's alive."

Sabrina's gasped. "Sam's husband isn't dead?"

Patrick laughed self-depreciatingly. "Nope. Alive and kicking." Then, "Sam said she needs [air quotes] time."

Knowing fully what that meant, Sabrina sighed. "I'm so sorry." Despite everything that happened, she still cared about Patrick and wanted him to be happy. Wanting to comfort him, she leaned in intending to hug him. However, Patrick had other ideas. He pulled her toward him and kissed her.

Sabrina was startled. She tried to pull away, but his hand was on the back of her head and held her still. As he continued to kiss her, Sabrina was flooded by all the tingly feelings she always got when they kissed and she began kissing him back.

They kissed with fervor until Patrick's hands began roaming southward. When they reached the hem of her shirt, Sabrina was brought back to reality. She abruptly pulled away and stood. She said, "We can't do this. I'm married," and then bid a hasty retreat.

To say that Patrick was having a shitty night was an understatement. He and Sam were at the Metro Court having dinner when Jake Doe burst in. Eying Sam, he stalked over, pulled her out of her chair and kissed her. Patrick had just jumped up to defend her when Jake released her and announced to everyone that he was Jason Morgan. He was alive and he wanted his family back. Sam was as shell-shocked as Patrick had been. Although she sent Jason away, she refused to leave with Patrick and claimed that she needed time to think things over. Knowing what that meant (considering he said the same thing at one time), Patrick made his way to the Floating Rib to get shit-faced. As he drank, his mind wandered to Sabrina and their ruined wedding. Before he could stop himself, he drunk-dialed her and mumbled everything he was thinking and then hung up. When she called back, he didn't answer.

He was nursing his final beer when Sabrina showed up. He knew it was her the moment she sat down next to him because he could smell her perfume. He'd spent many moments nuzzling her neck at the very spot where she applied said perfume, so the scent was burned into his mind. He was glad when she offered to take him home because he wanted to spend some time alone with her to apologize for what he had done. Being on the other end of the not-so-dead spouse returning really sucked and he needed her to know he understood now.

Patrick hated hearing Michael's name roll off of Sabrina's lips, especially now, tonight, when they were alone. The only thing worse was pulling her down and feeling those rings on her finger. The giant diamond he gave Sabrina didn't fit her. Patrick couldn't figure out why she'd accepted that when she would much rather have had something understated and elegant. It just showed him that Michael barely knew her and Sabrina was fooling herself. On some level Patrick knew Sabrina was just going to comfort him with a hug for being dumped over a not-so-dead spouse, but when she leaned close, he couldn't help himself. He kissed her.

When their lips touched, all the feelings he'd repressed after their breakup bubbled to the surface. As the heat spread through his body, he remembered how much he loved kissing her. Once she began kissing him back, he knew she was feeling the same things he was and instinct took over as his hands roamed her body. Unfortunately, his bliss at being in her arms again was short-lived when she pulled away and stood. He heard her say something and then she was gone.

He stared at the door. What had just happened? Too drunk and tired to ponder it, he fell back on the couch and closed his eyes.