Lulu sat on the couch remembering all of the awful details of that night. Before he escaped, James Craig had promised to return someday to finish what he started. For several months afterward, she slept with a light on and a gun under the mattress. Lucky and Dante would take turns staying with her every night until she felt safe enough to be alone. Just when things had finally returned to normal, the psychopath comes back into her life. She wanted, no needed, to be numb and rid her mind of the memories. Maybe it would all just go away.

Some time later, Dante returned. "Lulu, isn't dark in here?" No response. "Lulu? Are you awake?" Again, no response. He walked over to the nearest lamp and turned it on. She sat there with a glass in her hand. She gazed into the glass and swirled around the few drops that were left. He noticed an empty bottle of brandy sitting on the coffee table in front of her. "Lulu? What's going on?" he asked. His eyes went back to the bottle, still curious about its presence there.

"Dante? What are you doing here? What time is it?" She rubbed her eyes. He could tell that she was somewhat drunk.

"It's 6:30. Is everything okay? You seem a little out of sorts."

She looked at him, confused. "Yeah, fine. Why do you say that?"

"Well, when I left, that bottle was half full. I know because Dad offered some to me just before I left today."

"So, do you work for the ATF now? Do you feel the need to monitor my drinking habits?" she asked, a bit angry.

He decided to drop the subject, but she wouldn't let it go. "You didn't answer my question, Detective," she said, her voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Well, if you must know, this isn't like you. You don't get drunk and especially not by yourself. So, Ms. Spencer, are you going to tell me what is going on?" he asked. The sarcasm in his voice matched with hers.

"I don't need you telling me what to do. I'm sick of it. You're 'buddies' have been watching my every move since I got here. Why did you bring me here, anyway? You just couldn't stand the thought of me being on my own. You never could, could you?"

"Lulu, what on earth are you talking about? You know that I am worried sick about you. In case you haven't noticed, there is some madman out there trying to kill you."

"Oh, believe me, I've noticed. How could I not notice? With all of the messages I keep getting from this creep. How could I not know that I'm in trouble? I'm constantly reminded of it." Her eyes were hot with tears. She fought to choke them back.

Dante's demeanor softened a bit. "Lulu, is that what this is about? Did he contact you while I was gone?"

Lulu hated fighting with Dante. She wanted so badly to tell him everything, how her stalker called her again and how scared she was. She remembered the threat he made against Dante, how he would cause him harm if she continued to see him. "No! Leave me alone, Dante. Just mind your own business." She pushed past him, stumbled up the stairs to her room, and slammed the door. She flung herself on the bed and sobbed quietly into her pillow so that he couldn't hear.

Dante sat on the couch, lost and confused by the scene that just played out. He spotted her cell phone and looked through the call history. Nothing. He called the phone company. "Hello. This is Sonny Corinthos. Could you send me a phone record on all of today's inbound calls to this number? I was called away on an emergency. My answering machine hasn't been working and I was concerned that I might have missed an important call. No ma'am, no caller id either. I guess I need to get with the 21st century, huh?" Dante hated being so deceptive, but he needed to know why Lulu acted so strange. "Okay. Thank you. Yes, you can fax it. The number is…"

Ten minutes later, he had the phone records. There were a few calls that morning, mostly from Sonny's contacts in South America. He scanned the page further. There was one, made at 5:30. It was an unidentified number. His heart jumped to his throat as the realization sank in. He wanted to confront Lulu, but he knew he would get nowhere. He didn't understand why she wouldn't have told him about this latest call.

"Yeah. This is Det. Falconeri. Could I speak with Mac? Thanks."

"Commissioner Scorpio."

"It's Det. Falconeri. Listen, I have reason to believe that Lulu has been contacted again. This time on the landline at Sonny's. I came home to find her acting really strange. We argued and she ran upstairs. I suspected something was up, so I looked through her cell phone. There were no calls on it, so I decided to contact the phone company regarding the landline. They just sent me an inbound call log. There is one call on it at 5:30. The number shows up as unavailable, though. This guy is good, I'll give him that."

"How were you able to get the… Never mind. I don't want to know. Can you send me the log?"

"Yeah. I'll fax it to you right now."

"We'll get our best guys on it. In the meantime, do you think you can get Lulu to talk?"

"I don't know. She's not happy with me right now. She was pretty intoxicated. When I called her on it, she let me have it. I'm not sure she'll talk to me."

"I'd send Lucky, but I don't want her to be suspicious."

"Yeah. I think we'd better let it ride for now."

"I'll let you know what I find out about this call."

"In the meantime, I'll look around the grounds and ask the guards if they saw anything."

"Just remember to keep me in the loop. Okay?"

"No problem."

Dante went outside to talk with Milo. "I've been here all day. I didn't see anything strange. How could he have slipped by me so easily?"

"Don't beat yourself up. He's cunning. He did the same thing to me the other day. I had no idea that he watched us at the lake. Just keep your eyes open. If you see anything weird, let me know."

Dante went down the driveway to talk with the undercover officer. "Hey, Officer Franco. I didn't know that you had duty today."

"Yeah. The other officer called in sick, so I took his place. What can I do for you?"

"Well, I have reason to believe that Lulu was contacted again. Did you see anything strange this afternoon?"

"No. Can't say that I did. Let's see, I was right here around 5:30. No one was around."

"Okay. Thanks." As Dante walked back to the house, he thought about Franco's odd comment. He never mentioned a specific time to him. How did he know that?

A couple of hours later, Lulu descended the stairs. "You're still here?"

"Um, yeah. Don't you remember? I'm staying here while Dad is away."

"Oh. Well, I knew that," she said, defensively. The alcohol hadn't completely left her system yet. She tried to maintain her balance as she deliberately placed one foot in front of the other. She almost fell and Dante tried to catch her. She pushed him away. "Well, I just came down to get a drink of water. If that's okay with you?"

"Lulu, I was hoping-" He grabbed her wrist without thinking.

"Hoping what? That we would talk? Oh, wait, that you could interrogate me some more, Detective?"

"It's not like that and you know it, Lesley Lu."

"I'm getting my water and going to bed." She looked at him sharply. "Don't follow me."

Olivia came home to find Dante in one of the leather wing backs. He stared off into the empty fireplace and tried to make sense of everything. Their argument played over and over in his mind, like a bad movie. "Hey, honey. Are you all right?"

He looked up and rubbed his forehead. "Oh. Yeah. Well, no. Lulu and I got into this huge fight. She's still pretty angry with me."

"I've never known you two to get into any fights. What was it about?"

He explained to her about how he found her drunk and his suspicions about the phone call.

"Oh my gosh, not again. Should I go talk to her?"

"No. I don't think that would be a good idea. I don't want her to know that I told you about this."

"Point taken. If there's anything I can do, let me know." She got up and put her hand on his shoulder. "Give her some time. She'll come around. Good night, son."

"Good night, ma."

Dante awoke to the sounds of loud crying, then a scream. He shot straight out of bed and met Olivia in the hallway. They both found Lulu tossing and turning, tortured by another nightmare. Dante rushed to her side. She woke up and put her arms around his neck, only to be jolted by the realization that it was him. She quickly pulled away. "Get out," she yelled. Dante felt a knot form in the pit of his stomach.

Olivia intervened. "Honey. Why don't you just go back to bed? I'll take care of this." He gave her a wounded look. "She'll be okay. Go on."

Dante walked back to his room with reluctance in his steps. He never believed that it would ever come to this between them. Tears spilled over onto his cheeks as he climbed back in bed and pulled the covers over himself. He laid there, hurt by the sudden turn of events.

The next morning, he decided to leave early for Mass at a church across town. Olivia and Lulu would go to their regular church. He knew that Lulu wouldn't want to be near him and a part of him didn't want to confront her either. He knelt at the altar and prayed that God would fix whatever was broken inside of her.