One week later...

Sabrina walked down the hallway of her apartment building one floor above her holding the welcome packet the committee had created for the new tenant in 4B. She had joined the committee when she moved in so that she could get to know her new neighbors and decided stick with it because she enjoyed it so much. Sabrina rang the doorbell and waited, wondering who would be on the other side of the door, never in a million years expecting to see who she saw on the other side.

When the door opened, Sabrina started in with her speech, but was silenced when she saw Emma standing there. "Emma?"

Emma smiled brightly. "Hi, Sabrina! Did daddy call you?"

Confused, Sabrina asked, "What?" But before she could say anything else, Emma grabbed her hand and pulled her inside as she shouted, "Daddy! Look! Sabrina's here!"

Sabrina looked toward one of the two bedrooms and saw Patrick emerge dressed down in a t-shirt, faded jeans and sneakers. His hair was mussed, likely from working at all the boxes littering the room, and he hadn't shaved in a day or two, so he had the scruffy look she'd always liked on him. When he saw her, Patrick's eyes lit up with happiness and he smiled at her, causing Sabrina to clear her throat to regain her composure.

Sabrina asked, "Patrick? What are you doing here?" just as he said (to Emma), "Yes, I see that."

Emma responded to Sabrina's question. "Daddy lives here now," she said happily, "And I'm his special helper."

Sabrina looked from Emma to Patrick and echoed, "You live here?"

Patrick looked at Emma. "Honey, why don't you run into your room and clear a little path so you can show Sabrina what you've done so far? Then, get your stuff together because mommy will be here soon to pick you up."

"Okay, Daddy!" Emma said as she ran from the room. When they were alone, Patrick focused on Sabrina. "I'm sorry," he said apologetically, "I didn't intend to blindside you by this. I had hoped to talk to you, but, with everything going on…"

"You've obviously been busy since the other night," she said as she looked around the room. "What's going on, Patrick?"

She must have been on the verge of dropping the welcome packet because he came over to her and grabbed it from her. When he did so, she noticed his wedding ring was missing.

He walked to the nearest stack of boxes and put the packet down and then said to her, "I left Robin the day after the Ball and filed for divorce."

Sabrina raised her hand to her mouth in shock, not believing what she was hearing, as he continued, "Emma will split her time with Robin, at the house, and me, here, as we've agreed on joint custody."

"So, you weren't able to work things out?" Sabrina frowned and began pacing, "I'm so sorry, Patrick. I never meant for any of this to happen - especially for you to lose your house over it. And, Emma… I've uprooted her life. Oh, God..."

Patrick caught her attention when he said, "Sabrina, stop for a second, will you!" She stopped and he came over to her. "I haven't lost anything and neither has Emma. I'm where I want to be."

"But… I don't understand…"

"I willingly moved out of the house and got the apartment here so that I can be close to you. I want you back, Sabrina."

Patrick probably could have knocked Sabrina over with a feather after his statement about wanting her back, but there was no point in beating around the bush. There were dozens of apartment buildings in Port Charles and he'd picked this one on purpose. Patrick had hoped to be on the same floor as Sabrina, but her floor only had one bedroom units and he needed a two bedroom one because of Emma, so he settled for the fourth floor. Patrick, always pragmatic, knew that if he was close to Sabrina, she couldn't ignore him - and he needed her not to ignore him if he hoped to get her back.

Patrick couldn't help but smile at her shock even though he felt bad for blindsiding her. He and Robin had purposely kept their split private until they could work out the details in order to minimize the disruption in Emma's life. He'd planned to talk to her in a day or two, not knowing that Sabrina would be on the welcoming committee they'd warned him about when he signed the lease.

Sabrina found her voice, but it was weak. "I'm sorry… What did you say?"

"I said that I left Robin and moved here because I want you back." When she began looking around the room for something to lean on, he caught her arm and guided her to sit in the lone empty spot on the couch. Then, he kneeled in front of her and poured his heart out. "I'm still in love with you, Sabrina, and I've been miserable without you. Seeing us together, so close to making love, on that video screen brought everything into perspective for me, finally. My marriage was over the day Robin walked out, but I was just too blind to see it. You are the person I need - and want - in my life."

Sabrina bowed her head in her hands and shook it as if she were trying to make sense of everything. She'd only just looked up, unshed tears in her eyes, and was about to say something when Emma bounded out of her room looking for Sabrina. Patrick loved his daughter, but cursed her timing. Sabrina quickly swiped the tears away and put on a cheerful face, saying, "I'm so excited to see what you've done to your room!"

As Sabrina was pulled (literally) by Emma into the hallway, she glanced back at him with eyes full of a mixture of love, confusion and pain. In that moment, Patrick's hopes that she would magically forgive him and run into his arms faded and he realized that the battle had only just begun.