Lawrence slammed his phone down in disgust. 'I'm surrounded by imbeciles,' he muttered to himself. It had been two weeks since someone had taken his wife. Two weeks since she had mysteriously disappeared from her room. Whoever had taken her was definitely a professional. There had been no trace of either his wife or her kidnapper. They had managed to elude his guards, servants, staff, and security cameras, leaving only a note where his wife had been. If that weren't bad enough they had also managed to invade his private study and had taken a file that was of particular importance. He needed the papers in that file to keep order in his marriage.

What really disgusted him was that he had yet to find out who was behind the kidnapping. Even his best private investigator had been unable to find any trace of his wife or her abductor. Lawrence leaned back in his chair, deep in thought. If this hadn't been so well planned and executed he would have sworn that Bo Brady was behind all this.

'But,' he said aloud to the empty room, 'Bo Brady isn't smart enough to plan something like this, much less pull it off. Still, I should have one of my men check him out as a possibility.'

He picked up his phone and dialed one of his investigators, who was already in the states and told him to scour the small town of Salem for his wife and her former lover. After that phone call he went back to thinking about his wife and his marriage. To the outside world he was a widower, his wife tragically dying shortly after their wedding. No one understood why he had never remarried. He had played the grieving husband of a beautiful young woman he had adored. In reality his wife was very much alive if not exactly well. He didn't adore her but for some reason he had never been able to rid himself of her. She belonged to him, that much he had always made clear. She was a possession, nothing more.

He looked at the note the servant girl had found instead of his wife. "I have your wife. I know your secrets and will be in touch. Be prepared to pay dearly for them or the world will know all that you have done." He crumpled the note into a ball and angrily banged his fist down on the desk. He had to find out who had his wife and his papers. He had to find out who was to pay for crossing him.

Carly reluctantly continued down the hallway of memories. She wasn't sure she would be able to handle another shock. She still wasn't sure how much of that last memory was real. Had she really had a one night stand with Bo all those years ago? Before this little trip down memory lane, she couldn't tell you anything that had happened that night other than fleeing Lawrence and that café and waking up on a plane to Paris the next day.

"It happened." The disembodied voice told her firmly.

She looked both in front and behind her, but saw no one. She was alone in the long dark hallway. She finally stopped in front of a door that seemed to be calling to her. Carly reached out for the door handle but the door was swinging open before she had touched it. It was almost as though someone on the other side was waiting for her.

Carly stepped through the doorway and was immediately blinded by a burst of bright sunshine. She just stood there for a moment letting her eyes adjust to the sudden change in lighting. When she was finally able to focus she saw herself standing on a pier in Salem. She was wearing a bright yellow shirt, complete with shoulder pads, high-waisted brownish slacks, and her hair was flared out on the sides with nicely feathered bangs. She had been very stylish at the time but as Carly stood and looked at herself, at age 24, she cringed and shook her head all the while wondering what she had been thinking.

She was standing next to her friend, Dr. Marcus hunter, whom she had initiated into her world of environmental activism. As Carly moved closer to the scene unfolding before her, she was able to hear what was being said.

"What are you camera shy?" Marcus was asking her with a grin as a group of protesters moved farther down the pier.

"Uh, yeah." She answered shortly, not looking at Marcus.

"Alright," he said with amusement in his voice as he moved from behind to in front of her. "Well don't worry, I'll cover for ya."

"Oh, thanks babe," she answered, her voice carrying a hint of laughter.

"Hey, what are friends for?"

Marcus smiled at her and walked over to the protest rally as Carly clapped and cheered them on with a loud "Woo…Go get em. Tell em!"

Present day Carly watched as just at that moment Bo appeared and grabbed the arm of her dream self from behind, who then spun around with a scream as he yelled at her.

"What the hell's going on here?! What is this all about?!" He nodded his head towards the group down the pier.

For a moment the young woman couldn't answer and present day Carly thought back and remembered that while she had been startled by his sudden appearance and his grabbing her from behind, she had actually been temporarily rendered speechless by his gorgeous dark brown, soulful eyes.

Her younger self though quickly gathered her wits trying to pull her arm from his grasp, answered just as angrily.

"Let go of me."

"I'll let go of you when you tell me what the hell's going on over there." Again he motioned to the protest group with a nod of his head.

"Alright!" The younger Carly said managing to break free of the grip Bo had on her arm. She pushed a stray strand of hair from her face before continuing. "You heard about the plans for putting up an oil refinery in the area?" It was then that the present -day Carly notice that Bo was watching her lips as she spoke. Then he looked into her eyes, almost with a look of recognition, which was gone as quickly as it had come.

"Yeah, I heard about it. So?"

"So?! Some of us are not happy about it, OK. We're having a protest rally."

"Who is this "us and we" we're talking about here? Who the hell are you anyway?"

"I'm Dr. Carly Manning. I'm the new intern at University Hospital. Who are you?"

"I am ticked off."

Carly stepped back over the threshold into the hallway, the door shutting behind her. She couldn't help but smile to herself after reliving what she had thought was her first encounter with Bo. Obviously she was wrong, as her last memory had shown her. She amended that in her mind. It was her first SOBER encounter with Bo. She took a quick look over her shoulder, down the hallway where the memories she had relived and a few that she had chosen to skip, and continued forward where more memories waited for her.