Lucky tiredly rubbed his eyes as he got to his feet. He didn't know how long he had sat there next to his mom's bedside, holding her hand and hoping that she would come out of her catatonic state. Kevin and Martin had been nearby, also wanting to be nearby and praying for the best. He couldn't believe that this was happening again. The last time, he had his siblings and dad to help pray for her...but now...it was just him. Well, there was Kevin and Martin, but Kevin wasn't blood and he didn't even know Martin. Right now, he felt alone.

"Lucky?" Elizabeth stuck her head into the room with a hesitant smile. "I have two people here who want to see their grandmother if you don't mind."

Lucky's eyes widened, realizing who she was talking about. "Jake and Aiden?"

Elizabeth nodded. "Is it okay if they come in?"

"Of course…," He ran his fingers through his hair and tried to smooth out the wrinkles in his clothes, feeling nervous. He had seen Aiden when he had come to visit in Ireland a few years ago. Wow, it seemed so far away now, as for Jake...it has indeed been a while. He couldn't believe that he had let time pass him by like that. He had once vowed never to be like his father and just disappear and reappear at will, but here he was, just like Luke. He didn't even have an excuse...except he thought that the boys were better off without him and his myriad of problems.

"Are you okay?" Elizabeth eyed him curiously, seeing the anxiety in the way he moved.

"I'm just nervous. I haven't seen the boys in so long...I don't even know what to say to them."

"Why did you stay away?" Elizabeth was curious about what Lucky would say. She had always wondered what would keep Lucky Spencer from the boys he had loved so much back when the boys were young.

Lucky bowed his head and then looked back at Elizabeth, the pain clear in his eyes. "Let's face it Elizabeth. I was a mess. When I left...I was so close to relapsing again and again and I just couldn't put them and you through that. I figured that they were better off with you and who I thought was Jason instead of with a father who couldn't stay sober."

"Are you sober now?"

Lucky nodded. "It took a lot of time...and some therapy...and some real soul searching and getting down to why I kept falling off and working out those problems...but I finally got there. Realized I was trying to be the guy I once was...before the fire...when I wasn't that guy anymore. I had a lot of accepting and growing to do."

Elizabeth nodded. "I'm glad. Maybe now, you can rebuild a relationship with your family, Lucky. We missed you."

"Even if I'm not the same Lucky?"

Elizabeth laughed. "Well, I'm not the same Liz! None of us are the same as we were when we were teens, Lucky! I've changed, you changed, it's called growing up. And yeah, I think that's why we were never able to make it work because both of us were refusing to accept that we weren't those kids anymore. We refused to accept the people we had grown into. I finally have and you know what? I like the Elizabeth I am now. She's pretty cool."

Lucky chuckled and nodded. "She seems awesome."

"Do you know who you are now, beyond the addict? Beyond Luke Spencer's son?"

"Yeah. Once I let go of all that Spencer/Cassadine crap and finally got down to the roots of it all...yeah. I like who I've turned out to be. Almost. I wish I had done better for the boys."

"I wish you had too. But it's not too late. Jake had lost Jason, they all had lost Franco. They have one more father left. It'd be nice if you come home for good and be who they need you to be."

"Would they even want me after all this time?"

Elizabeth nodded. "I think so. You should stay and find out. What do you have to lose, Lucky? Think about what you have to gain. Your family."

Lucky smiled and looked at his mother. He sat down again and took her hand. "She'd want that."

"Yes, she would. I'll go get the boys," Elizabeth smiled, looking at mother and son one last time before leaving the room.

…..

Laura walked amongst the cliffs of Cassadine Island, baby Spencer in her arms. She kissed the baby's cheek and held him close, protecting him from all dangers that seemed to surround them.

"It's okay, Spencer. Grandma will take care of you."

She kept walking until she came across a familiar little boy with shaggy blond hair and blue eyes who smiled up at her. She knew this child.

"Lucky?"

"I know the way back, Mom! Follow me!" The boy suddenly ran off, trusting that Laura would follow.

"Lucky wait! Come back!" Laura called out following the fleeing little boy, wondering where he was taking her.

…..

Trina stood outside of Laura's room and watched Aiden and Jake talk with their father as they all surrounded Laura's bed. She felt sad as she watched the boys try to converse with their silent grandmother. She wished that Spencer was one of them. She wished that Laura wasn't catatonic at all. It was all so sad.

"Trina? Darling, you really should go and rest. At least get a shower and a change of clothes," Portia stood behind her daughter, her worry growing. "You can come right back here when you're done."

"What if Spencer comes when I'm away?" Trina hugged her shoulders, afraid to even think of not being there.

"I doubt he will. I've heard nothing from Taggert and Curtis so far. You have time."

"Will Mrs. Laura be ok? She was so brave to come after us...to be forced to leave without Spencer…"

"She'll be fine. She has her family to look after her. Right now, I need you to go home and look after yourself. Take a hot shower. Get some clean clothes. Eat food that doesn't come from the hospital food service. Maybe even take a nap in your bed. Then come back. There may even be word from Curtis and your dad by then."

Trina frowned. She knew that her mother was right. She needed to take care of her own needs if she was going to be any help to Spencer's family. But it was so hard to walk away without knowing if Spencer was on his way home or not. "Call me if there's any change with her? Or if you hear from Curtis and Dad?"

"Of course."

"Alright...but I'm coming straight back here."

Portia simply smiled. "You'll get no argument from me. Now go."

Trina took one last look at the small gathering inside Laura's room, then headed for the elevator.

Portia felt relief fill her just as Elizabeth came out.

"Trina's gone?" Elizabeth asked, surprised. The girl had been so determined to stay.

"For now. I talked her into going home to shower and change. I'm hoping that she'll sneak a nap in there as well...but something tells me that's hoping for too much. I am so worried about her, Elizabeth. This cannot be healthy."

"She'll be fine. Once there's word back about Spencer, I am sure she'll begin to relax and begin to heal from all of this. She's stronger than you think."

"I hope that you're right," Portia sighed, her worry about her daughter at an all-time high.

…..

Somewhere in Greenland...

Curtis and Taggert disembarked the plane and headed for what had been the temporary WSB headquarters in Greenland. Curtis took out his phone and sent Taggert the picture of Spencer that he had on his own phone, a picture that Laura had once shared in one of the times she felt like bragging about her grandson.

"I'm thinking that a local must have found him. We'll check the medical facilities first...then we'll go door to door asking if any fisherman or wharf worker had seen the boy in the picture. He has to be somewhere," Curtis stuffed his phone back into his pocket.

"What if the kid is at the bottom of the ocean? Jack Dawson style?" Taggert asked, hoping for Trina's sake that wasn't the case.

"The WSB would have found his body by now, don't you think?"

Taggert just shrugged. "Let's find this kid. He should be alive. He's a Cassadine. They tend to have more than nine lives."

So for the next several hours, that's what Taggert and Curtis did. They first checked the medical facilities, which there weren't many of on that small of an island and then they began to go door to door, flashing Spencer's picture, hoping to find a clue of where the young man may be.

In the fisherman's house, a young man lay unconscious. The rise and fall of his chest was the only sign that he was still alive. As the fisherman and his family slept, the young man frowned in his sleep and his hands began to twitch as one name escaped his lips.

"Trina."