Graveyards had never been Alexis Davis' favorite place, nor anyone elses, but the Port Charles Cemetery had become a second home of sorts for her ever since Julian's funeral. In fact, she visited his grave an average of three times a week, sometimes more, rarely less.
On this early morning of the opening day of February, she sat cross legged, bundled in a heavy coat in front of his tombstone.
"Hey, Julian," she said with a smile. She always smiled when she visited his grave. It was the place where she felt closest to him. "I just wanted to come by and let you know how everyone's doing.
"Sam and Patrick are still going strong. Things were rocky for a bit when he told her that Jason had been alive, but, with some help from me, she was able to forgive him. Danny might start school a year early. It seems he's really got a brain on him. I don't really talk to Lucas much, but he's doing good."
Next, Alexis did something that would seem crazy to anyone who saw, but she'd done countless times before. She laid down on Julian's grave, directly aligned to where the casket, and his body, would be.
"I love you, Julian," she whispered, appearing to talk to the ground itself, "but I have to do something I know you would disapprove of me doing. I'm going to kill EJ DiMera."