Bo walked back into the room to find Carly struggling to get out of the bed.

"Whoa there, Princess." He said as he rushed to her side and gently but firmly pushed her back down onto the bed. "Where exactly do you think you're going?"

"I don't know." She had awakened in the silence that the mountain cabin offered. She had also in that moment forgotten that she was not there alone and that Bo had been right outside. She still didn't quite understand when or why he had forgiven her for manipulating him into going to Lawrence's villa and for lying to him.

"Carly, why are you trying to go anywhere? You can't see and you can barely move."

"I can't stand just lying here. What are you laughing at?" She asked crossly as she heard Bo chuckling.

"Nothing. I just knew that the minute you woke up you would be trying to get up and go."

"You did? You make it sound like you really know me. The real me."

Bo heaved a sigh knowing that he was going to have to tell her about the 20 years that have passed since that tunnel collapsed. After ending his call with Roman he had called Marcus, Frankie, Shane, Justin, Abe and then John. After telling John that Carly was finally awake he had asked if John told his wife, Marlena, about them rescuing Carly from Larry's. When John confirmed that he had indeed told Marlena, and assured Bo that she would not tell anyone else, Bo had requested to speak to his former sister-in-law, and one of his closest friends.

When Marlena picked up the phone Bo explained the situation to her and asked her advice, as a psychiatrist, how he should handle telling Carly that it was no longer November of 1990 but it was instead September of 2009.

"I do know you, Carly." He noticed her open her mouth to speak and continued before she could say anything. "I know that you are beautiful, smart, kind, generous, warm, caring, funny, big-hearted, loyal, independent, and really stubborn." He laughed slightly with the last few words.

"Oh, really? And how is it you think you know these things about me, Bo Brady? It wasn't a few hours before that tunnel collapsed that you said you didn't know me at all, that everything about me was a lie. You said I was unconscious for two weeks, so how is it you have learned these things about me since then?"

"That is what we need to talk about before Roman gets here with the doctor."

"Is he bringing Marcus?"

"No, not Marcus, another doctor, but that isn't really important right now. What is important is what I need to tell you."

"This sounds serious."

"It is serious. Very serious." The tone of his voice was somber and quiet. It was a tone that she had only ever heard when at a funeral. It was a tone that scared her. Bo must have noticed something in the expression on her face because he quickly changed his tone so it wasn't as sitting-at-a-person's-death-bed sounding. "I need to talk to you about how I know you so well."

"OK." She sounded slightly relieved at his change of tone. "But first…"

"What?" Bo watched her face and the expression he saw took his mind back to the first time they had come to the cabin. It was the same expression she had then, when her finger had stiffened from the cold and she wasn't able to unbutton her blouse and had to ask him for help even though she didn't want to ask. He knew she wanted him to help her with something but she didn't want to ask.

Finally she said, "Can you help me sit up?"

"Oh, yeah, of course." He leaned over her a bit and gently slid his right arm under her shoulders and slowly lifted her upper body. With his free left hand he arranged the pillows so they would be able to support her sitting up. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"No, I'm alright."

After he arranged the pillows he replaced his right arm so that her upper body was being held up by his left arm and he slid his right arm under her knees and lifting her a couple of inches off the bed, he shifted her towards the headboard and set her back down so that she was sitting with her back and shoulders against the pillows.

"How's that, Princess?"

"Perfect."

"Good. Do you need anything? Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

"No. I'm fine. Why don't you tell me whatever it is that you need to tell me."

"I am going to tell you. I was just…"

"You were just stalling."

"Yeah, I was."

"Why?"

"Because what we need to talk about is going to be hard for me to tell you. And it's probably hard for you to believe."

"Well, I don't think it will get any easier for you to tell me or any more believable if you keep stalling."

"No it won't. OK first things first, you say the last thing you remember is being in the tunnel under Lawrence's villa with Jack, Jennifer, and Frankie when the tunnel collapsed?"

"Yes. That is the last thing I remember before I woke up here a little while ago."

"So do you know the date?"

"Not the exact date, no."

"Try giving me a rough estimate of the date."

"OK. Um…well let's see. The party was on November 15th, and you said I was unconscious for two weeks so I guess it is around December 1st?"

"Give me the full date."

If she had been able to focus her eyes and see him clearly she would be looking at Bo as though he had grown a second head. As it was she had that look on her face but she could only point it in his general direction.

"OK. December 1st. 1990."

"This is going to be hard."

"Why? If I'm wrong, then I'm wrong. You said a rough guess."

"Yeah, I know. But that doesn't mean it won't be hard to tell you the actual date."

"Why? What is the actual date?" She heard Bo take in a deep breath and let it out slowly before talking.

"OK, now don't freak out on me, but today is actually September 10th, 2009."

Bo watched Carly's face for her reaction as he told her that 19 years had actually passed since her last memory had happened. He was waiting for her to freak out, but she didn't. In fact she didn't react at all. She didn't move or speak or even look in his general direction. Her lack of reaction worried him.

Carly just sat there blankly staring with her unfocused eyes at the last vestiges of sunlight coming through the window of the door. She had heard Bo say the date but her brain seemed to have come to a complete halt with his words.

Finally after sitting in silence for about five minutes, Bo could see by the expression on her face that the date he had given her had sunken in. She turned her emerald eyes in his general direction and he saw a single tear fall, leaving a trail down her left cheek.

"Please, tell me how that's possible. You said I've only been unconscious for two weeks." Her voice was barely a whisper as she said this. The quiet quality of her voice and the tears in her eyes were almost pleading with him to tell her it wasn't really true.

"I'll tell you what I can. I only know some of what happened in those years and not all of it. Where would you like me to start?"

"Start with the last thing I remember."

"OK. Well I know you managed to find a way out of the tunnel. You found your way back to where, Julie and I were with Mrs. Horton. We were down there for a few days. Um… eventually Roman showed up and got the authorities to help get us all out."

"And everyone got out alright?"

"Well, while we were down there, Mrs. H had a heart attack, but you helped her through it. Leopold came down with Roman to help dig us out, but some of the loose rock came down on him. He died in the hospital the next day. Other than that everyone was pretty much OK. We all came back to Salem."

"OK. Then what?"