Bo gently laid Carly back in the bed and tucked the blankets around her. It had given him a start when she had passed out. But after thinking about it he was surprised that she hadn't passed out before that. He could see that the influx of so much information and the emotions tied with the things she remembered and what he had told her was overwhelming. He knew all he could do was to make her comfortable, so that's what he did. He bent over and brushed his lips against her forehead then turned and walked over to the door. Looking out the window he saw that the skies had finally given way and it had started snowing. Bo shook his head thinking that the last time he had seen it snow like this had been 20 years before when a blizzard had hit Salem and the surrounding areas in mid-March. He smiled to himself thinking of the days that he and Carly has spent snowed in at the very same cabin they were in now. Bo stood for a while just watching it snow thinking about his past times with Carly, included the recent flashes of that one night. A night where they had no names, a night where their souls merged, a night where they possibly created a child. Bo was brought out of his thoughts and memories by the buzzing of his cell phone. Bo looked at the caller ID before answering in a low voice.

"Hey, Kiddo."

"Hey, Dad." Shawn paused then asked his father what he wanted to know. "How's Carly?"

Bo realized he had forgotten to call Shawn when Carly woke up.

"She woke up, Shawn."

"That's great, Dad!"

"Yeah. I'm sorry I forgot to call you."

"It's OK, dad. I'm sure you were busy with Carly. How is she?" Bo was silent. "Dad?"

"There are some issues."

"Issues? What does that mean, Dad?"

"She doesn't remember some stuff."

"OK. I've heard that can happen with head injuries sometimes."

"Not like this, Shawn."

"What do you mean?"

"Shawn, she doesn't remember the last 19 years of her life."

"What?" Shawn said in shock.

"Yeah. The last thing she really remembers is being trapped under Larry's villa all those years ago. I don't know if you remember that, you were little."

"I kind of remember that. When you guys came back you were mad at her for a long time, right?"

"Yeah. Well, Kind of. I was madder at myself than her. Never mind that. Are you still in Sydney?"

"Nope, we just docked in LA."

"You gonna go see your Aunt Kim?"

"Well, we will see her, but I thought…"

"You thought what, son?" Bo knew what Shawn wanted to say.

"Well, now that Carly is awake, I thought I could fly back to Salem and see her."

"Shawn…"

"Just hear me out, dad."

"OK."

"Carly doesn't remember things right?"

"Right…"

"Well, do you remember when we thought she had died and she didn't remember us?"

"Of course, I remember that."

"What brought her memory back?"

"Seeing Nikki."

"Exactly. So maybe seeing me might help. I could email Nicholas and have him meet me there. Maybe seeing him will help her. I know seeing her will help him."

"OK. Let's say, for the sake of argument, seeing you and Nicholas brings back her memory."

"Yeah."

"How do we keep her hidden from Lawrence if you and Nicholas are both flying to Salem to see her? We can't let him know where she is and Nicholas flying to Salem after all these years is bound to raise some suspicions on Larry's part."

"Nicholas barely sees or talks to his father."

"That doesn't mean Larry doesn't keep tabs on him. My guess is that Larry watches every move Nicholas makes, even if Nicholas doesn't know it. And Nikki coming to Salem out of the blue is definitely going to raise a red flag."

"I want to see her, dad. And Nicholas deserves to know she's alive, especially now that she's awake."

"I know, son. I know. OK I have an idea."

"What?"

"Well, it would look suspicious for you to fly from LA for no reason, leaving the boat and your wife and daughter behind."

"Suspicious to who, dad? You're starting to sound paranoid."

"Son, you can bet that Larry has someone looking around Salem to see if we took Carly. He may not think we have the brains to pull it off but you can bet he will still look."

"I didn't think about that."

"And, Shawn…"

"Yeah, dad?"

"Just because you're paranoid, doesn't mean someone's not out to get you."

"OK, dad." Shawn said as he laughed at his father. "So what was your idea?"

"You can fly in, but you need to bring Belle and Claire with you. That way, if anyone is snooping, you can make it known that you are visiting with the family and you didn't want to go through the hassle of sailing the boat up and down all the rivers it would take to sail here."

"OK. And once I get to Salem?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

"And Nicholas?"

"Let me think about that. I'll try to figure out how we can get him to Salem without Larry getting suspicious."

"Alright. But don't take too long, dad. He deserves to know about her."

"I know he does." Bo said quietly, thinking to himself that he also needed to figure out a way of getting a DNA sample from Nicholas too. He needed to know if Nikki was his son.

"Dad?"

"What? I'm sorry, I kinda zoned out there for a second."

"I said, it's getting late and I need to go."

"Oh, OK. Give the girls a kiss from me. And make sure you visit with your Aunt Kim before coming to Salem."

"I will, on both. And give Carly a kiss for me. Tell her I…"

"Shawn?"

"Tell her I love her."

"I will, son. I will. Goodnight."

"Night, dad."

Bo looked back over at Carly, who was sleeping peacefully. He couldn't imagine how terrifying and surreal it must be to wake up missing nearly 20 years of your life. He tugged on the doorknob; testing to make sure it was securely locked before turning and walking over to the fireplace and adding wood to burn through the night. He then made himself pallet on the floor at the foot of the bed, using all the cushions for the two armchairs near the fire and all the blankets he could find that were not currently in use by Carly.

He walked back over to her side and looked down at her for just a moment before once again bending down to brush his lips across her forehead. "Sweet dreams, Princess." He murmured. He walked over to the table and blew out the oil lamp before settling himself down on his makeshift bed for the night with prayers that he would be able to help Carly through this amnesia and hoping he could come up with a plausible story about how she received her injuries, knowing that she would eventually ask.

Carly opened her eyes and sighed seeing the hallway stretching out before her again. She didn't know how many more surprises she could take. She reached for the closest door, swinging it open with the slightest touch. She looked in to see herself and Bo once again but they were in a tunnel. They had to still be under Lawrence's villa because she was still wearing that formal blue sequined gown and he looked as though he were wearing the shirt and pants from a tux.

"Dammit, How long are you gonna go on hating me?" Past-Carly said loudly grabbing Bo's arm and turning him towards her.

At that moment Carly saw a waterfall of dirt and debris start falling in on her past self, who screamed, and then saw Bo throw himself over her in order to shield her from the falling rubble.

"You OK?" he asked looking down at her and brushing the soil from her. "Huh? You alright?" He brushed her hair back to look at her. "You alright?" His hand came to rest on the side of her neck.

"You don't hate me." She said softly looking at him.

"Never said I hated you." He replied quietly pulling away from her and turning to look down the tunnel to avoid her eyes.

"Yeah, but you've been acting that way. Until just then when you thought I might be hurt, then for just a second, you let all that anger go." She couldn't hide the slight smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she spoke.

"That didn't mean anything." Bo kept looking from her face to the ground. He didn't want to look at her, because he was angry, but he couldn't help himself.

"It means that you care. At least a little."

"I don't know what you're talking about." He looked at her. "All I know is that you used me. You lied to me." He turned away again.

"Look, it's over, that's all over. There are no lies or secrets between us." Her voice held a slight note of fear, panic and pleading that Bo would never forgive her. She continued before he could say anything, it was either now or never. "I wanna tell you how I feel about you."

"This is not the time, not the place for that." Bo looked slightly uncomfortable at the thought of her revealing her feelings.

"Well this might be our only time. So please just listen to me." She wasn't going to let him stop her from saying what she was going to say. "We might die down here. And I'm not afraid of that. I just don't wanna do it without telling you how much I wanted you in my life. From the very beginning. More than any man that I have ever known."

"Yeah." Bo nodded his head as he looked at her to respond. "We coulda had something. Maybe we coulda had something. But you blew it." He turned away again.

"No, see, if you had thought like that then you must have cared."

"Would you leave me…" Bo began before Carly cut him off.

"And no matter how much you deny it, I think you still do."

"Carly, leave me alone. Like I said, this isn't the time." Bo wasn't looking at her as he said this. "Look you said we might die here." He looked up at her as he said this.

"That's right, so don't leave yourself with any regrets, alright. From now on nothing but the truth."

Bo grabbed her upper arms. "You want the truth?"

"Yes I want the truth!"

"I'll give you the truth. I don't wanna die. And I sure as hell don't wanna die without doing this…"

Bo grabbed her and pulled her towards him. He flipped her to where she was nearly sitting in his lap as he planted his lips on hers forcefully, no longer able to fight his urge to kiss her.

Carly closed the door with a smirk. Knowing that even though he had been angry at her for lying to him, Bo had still wanted her. She continued down the hallway for a moment before stopping at another door. She reached for it, but it opened before she could touch the handle and she looked in.

She was once again wearing a formal dress. This one was strapless and sleeveless, emerald green with black trim. Her long chestnut tresses falling down in curls around her shoulders. She was in an elevator. Suddenly the elevator lurched to a stop.

"What on earth is going on?" she muttered to herself as she tried to push the button again.

"YOU ASKED FOR IT!" Bo voice called down the elevator shaft.

"Bo? Did you stop this elevator?" She called back.

"You bet I did. What are you doing here? Why didn't you wait for the guy to pick you up at seven o'clock?"

"Cause I couldn't wait."

"Well, now you're gonna have to wait. You could have been very comfortable in a stretch limousine, now you're gonna be stuck in an elevator. And you thought you were being so clever."

"Oh you have to admit I was." Carly said with a laugh.

"Oh, oh, oh not clever enough for me, baby."

She laughed again. "So what are you gonna do? You gonna leave me here or what?"

"Well, I just might do that. No, I guess, I'll just let you go back down to lobby and wait."

"Hey, I've got a great idea. Since I'm here, why don't you just let me come up and see you."

"Well just because you're early, I'm supposed to let you spoil all my plans, here."

"Oh, fine then. Send me back down to lobby, but you're making a big mistake, cause I might not be here when you're ready."

"Oh, Yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"Where you gonna go?"

"I don't know, maybe some handsome stranger will whisk me off somewhere."

"Yeah, yeah, right…right. He won't be able to give you as good a night as I can give you, that's for sure."

Carly laughed. "OK. You've got a point."

"Yeah, ah, yea…alright." Bo stuttered. "So I'm sending you back down, because the quicker you go, the quicker I can get everything ready here."

"Bo, wait!"

"What?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Princess. Next floor, the lobby."

The elevator cranked back to life and Carly watched from her doorway as the elevator plunged into darkness as she heard herself scream along with her past-self, the sounds merging.