Elizabeth could feel her strength coming back to her. Its the strongest she has felt in such a long time and as she found her strength returning, she couldn't help but wonder how long she has been there. She remembers a woman, elderly but not that old because she had a baby with her.

She remembers her words as if they were spoken just yesterday, but she knows that it must have been longer than that. Slowly sitting up, Elizabeth touches her stomach, finding that it has formed into a well developed bump. Not big, so that gave her relief that it hasn't been as long as she had thought, but it was still too long for her liking.

From the formation of her bump, it had to have been at least three months since she was taken. Three months away from everyone she loves. Three months of being held captive by people she didn't know. She wonders if her boss went ahead with the opening of the gallery.

She wonders if Jason is looking for her. She wonders about Robin and Emily. How they're doing, if anyone even notices that she's gone, if anyone is looking for her. Three months, give or take, and Elizabeth wasn't liking it one bit.

Rising to her feet, she glances around the room. It was comfortable enough, meaning that whoever is taking care of her really didn't mean her any harm. At least she hopes that's the case. Finding what looked like a cane, Elizabeth uses it to help her walk out of the room.

"You shouldn't be up." the man wipes his hands on a dishtowel. "You're not strong enough to be walking on your own."

In spite of the situation she was in, Elizabeth didn't feel afraid of him, so she eased right into her normal behavior. Lifting the cane slightly, she arches her eyebrow, as if daring him to tell her that it didn't count. Which, of course, being that man that he is, he tells her just that.

"Come here and sit." he says seriously, pulling out a chair for her. "I'd rather not undo all the progress you've made."

"I wouldn't want to do that." she smiles slightly, allowing him to help her. He seemed genuine enough, kind even, and she wondered how he got mixed up in all this. "Do I get to know your name?"

"Lorenzo." he says simply. "I'm making you breakfast, so I hope you'll be able to keep it down today."

"I'm not sure." she admits, remembering how hard it had been to just keep down the soup.

"Doesn't hurt to try." he says simply, slapping the dishtowel onto his shoulder before finishing up with breakfast. "If you can't keep it down, I'll fix you some more soup."

She hates soup, but if its the only thing that she can keep down, she wasn't about to turn it down. She watches him as he skillfully cooks breakfast, a part of her wanting to know more, but not stupid enough to push any further. She doesn't know him and he doesn't owe her anything. He's saving her life, the least she could do is respect his privacy.

"How long have I been here?" she finds herself asking, needing to know.

"Here?" he looks at her for a moment before returning to his task at hand. "About a month and a half."

"Okay...do you know how long its been since I was taken?"

"From what I was told...three months, give or take." he confirms her suspicions. Three months, give or take...way too long. "I'm gonna be going into town for supplies. Is there anything you'd want?"

"Um...no thanks." Elizabeth shakes her head. "I don't know what part you played in it, but I think you've done enough by nursing me back to health."

"I played no part in your kidnapping." Lorenzo snaps before forcing himself to remember that she didn't know him. "My family...they got caught up in your situation and I've just been doing everything I can to protect them."

"Your family?"

"My mother is a nurse and she was blackmailed into doing something she'd never do if her son wasn't in danger." Lorenzo explains, needing her to understand where he and his mother fit in. "She's the reason you and your baby are alive today. If not for her, you would've been killed along with everyone else in that warehouse."

"Oh." she whispers, sliding her hands over her baby. "I wish I could thank her then."

"I'll thank her for you." he replies with a slight smile. "I had initially left you at a hospital, but when I went to check on you...you were dying in there."

"So you took me back and nursed me back to health?" she guesses, finding the man before her almost as complex as Jason.

"My mother has a soft spot for you." he gives as an explanation. "And I didn't think you deserved any of what has happened to you."

"Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me...that's not why I did it." he counters, fixing her a plate. "Now, eat up. I'll only be in town for an hour at the most."

"Okay."

"And don't worry...you're almost strong enough to return to your family." he says reassuringly. "I just want to make sure you can make it through an entire flight without relapsing."

That marked the end of their conversation, leading him to gather his things and leave the safe house for more supplies. Elizabeth watched him leave, wondering how much longer it would have to be before she was healthy enough to fly back to Port Charles.

Back to her family. A part of her wondered if Jason would be waiting for her or if he'd be married to Sam already. The thought of him being married to her almost caused her to lose her appetite, but she knew that she had to get something down. For her baby's sake, if nothing else.

Eating the food presented to her, Elizabeth finds that she likes whatever it was that he cooked for her. Lorenzo is a unique name, she can honestly say she has never heard it before, but it suits the man that has deemed himself her savior.

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