Note: This was also before Siobhan Spencer died and Jason was still recovering from his car accident.

Sonny Corinthos had no idea what he was doing. The first few seconds after Marilyn had disappeared (?) he had stared emotionally detached at the place where she had stood. After a few minutes he chucked his glass at the wall, making the glass break into a million tiny pieces. He had a daughter that needed him desperately and he had had no clue of her existence until now when she was near death's doorknob. Hours later he had told his lawyer and confidant Diane that he was going to New York for a few days and was taking Max, his bodyguard with him. Sonny was packed and ready to go. The only thing he had to do was tell Jason, his right hand man in the mob business, that he was going to New York on 'business'. Sonny found Jason in his hospital bed, looking bored out of his bloody mind. Jason Morgan looked at Sonny with the look of what-happened-now-what-has-been-going-on-with-you-that-I-don't-know-about look.

Sonny cut to the chase,

"I'm going out of town for a few days."

Jason asked,

"What for?"

"I need to care of some business in New York, Manhattan actually."

"Why?"

Jason's face was full of concern. Sonny replied, holding back the fact that he had an estranged nineteen year old daughter.

"I need to take care of some stuff. Don't worry its nothing illegal this time. Just need a few days to sort some stuff out."

Jason nodded. Sonny and Jason said their good-byes.

Jason was still recovering from a near fatal car accident that had caused him brain trauma. Sonny's ex wife Carly Jax, Elizabeth Webber, and Siobhan Spencer were all part of the car accident too. Jason was recovering well from what the doctors said.

Sonny was now on his private jet en route to New York City airport. He was going to locate Marilyn. Find out if him and Claudia (that evil psycho witch) actually had a daughter when they had met unknowingly in that bar in Fiji . . . nineteen years ago.

Nineteen years ago . . .

Sonny was on vacation. Okay maybe he was hiding from the authorities for awhile back in Port Charles, but hey, Fiji is still vacation. He was sipping an alcohol enriched margarita with a little pink umbrella hanging on the rim of the glass. Sonny was nearly finished with third? Fourth margarita when a young, attractive woman sat next to him. The attractive dark haired and eyed woman sat herself next to the mobster. Sonny leaned in next to the woman,

"Let me buy you a drink."

The woman smiled flirtatiously at Sonny. "What's the catch?" She asked that people would describe as almost in a dangerous tone.

Dangerous. Sonny liked dangerous.

Sonny ordered her a drink, a light Corona. She looked like the type to drink chilled Coronas on hot days.

Sonny held the bottle when the barman placed it on the table. Sonny said to the mysterious woman,

"How about a name in exchange for a beer?"

The woman didn't hesitate. She replied,

"Katalina."

She placed a hand on the back of Sonny's neck. She brushed her lips unto Sonny's.

"Katalina," Sonny breathed.

Things took off from there. When Sonny woke up the next morning he found that Katalina had disappeared from Fiji. He looked for Katalina everywhere, but she was nowhere to be found. It seemed that she never existed in Sonny's life. Little did he know that 'Katalina' was Claudia Zachara. And that he and Claudia Zachara had a child together.

Present . . .

Now that Sonny thought about it, he truly didn't know Katalina, which was probably because Claudia had lied to him and said that her given name was Katalina. Max knocked on the jet's wall, announcing his prescence and yanking Sonny out of his thoughts.

"Sir," said Max, Sonny's bodyguard and kind of companion on this trip. "Why are we going to New York City?"

"Business," said Sonny vaguely.

Max laid a hand on his pistol on instinct.

"Not that kind, Max," Sonny said.

Max relaxed. He nodded to Sonny. Max sat in the seat next to Sonny.

While waiting to get to his destination , Sonny had a few drinks with Max and eventually drifted off in a light sleep. He was preparing himself for meeting (maybe, possibly) Marilyn, his daughter. If she was real, he was going to bring her home with him to Port Charles. If she didn't exist and was just a figment of imagination, Sonny would just pretend to have gone for the casinos. If Marilyn was real but . . . (he didn't want to think about it) have died he would . . . he would make sure that Marilyn had a proper funeral service and then get drunk back at the local bar in Port Charles, mourning the lost opportunity to have met, even seen his child alive.

"Sir," said Max, waking up Sonny. Sonny was fully awake immediately. "We're landing."

"Okay Max."

New York City

Sonny called almost every hospital in the Manhattan area during his cab ride. No one seemed to have a patient named Marilyn Zachara or a Marilyn Corinthos. He was about to give up –a rare thing- when he found her. Marilyn Zachara was in a hospital only three blocks away from the upscale hotel room suite Sonny was planning to stay at. Sonny checked into his room. Five minutes later he was in the hotel lobby, waiting for a limo driver to pick him up. Sonny got into the limo.

Sonny Carinthos was on his way to meet Marilyn Zachara.