In the wake of Emily's death, Bobbie supports Nikolas through his grief (2007).
Bobbie warily ascended the concrete stairway upon her entrance to Wyndemere. Even after so many years, it felt like only yesterday that she held the title of Stefan Cassadine's wife and called this eerie island home. She quickened her pace to the manor house, nauseated by the horrors that her loved ones had suffered a mere seventy-two hours before.
"Nikolas," she cautiously breached the foyer of the house. Lesley had called, frantic with worry, about Nikolas' state of mind in the aftermath of Emily's brutal murder and Bobbie promised her former in-law that she would do her utmost to break his reverie. "Nikolas, it's Bobbie." She scoped out the emptiness of the reception room and followed her instinct up the stairs toward the master bedroom, one of many stately rooms. "Nikolas," she discovered him on the terrace which overlooked the waters between the island and the Port Charles harbourfront. Panic fluttered in her heart as her brain reconciled that Nikolas swayed thousands of feet above the concrete below with very little sobriety to balance him. Nevertheless, she retained a sense of calm as she placed her palm on his back and drew tender circles in an effort to soothe him.
"You can almost see Kelly's from here," Nikolas pointedly remarked, his words slow and slurred. "Do you remember when she worked there?" Their romance had yet to blossom and their friendship had fallen somewhat by the wayside but Nikolas could still envision the love of his life behind the counter with her sweet smile.
"I sure do," Bobbie recalled with ease and irrepressible amusement. "She was the first waitress I hired who knew how to burn toast." Nikolas' failure to share in her humour anchored Bobbie back to reality. "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry. Emily was one of the most beautiful people I have ever had the fortune to know, inside and out, and I loved her dearly."
"Is this the moment you tell me to move on, that it's what Emily would want for me?" Nikolas devoured the remnants of the bottle in his hand before Bobbie could remove it from his possession. The defiant tone in his voice was reminiscent of the bitter adolescent who arrived in Port Charles, so insecure that she found it impossible not to love him. Before Carly made her presence known in Bobbie's life, Nikolas represented her own lost child, and Bobbie poured affection into him the way she desired to do for Caroline.
"It is," Bobbie replied, ever the voice of reason. "Emily loved you with all of her heart and she would only ever want the best for you. As much as it may hurt you to think about now, she would want you and Spencer to live long, happy lives." Any death always rattled memories of B.J. and her sudden loss, and spiralled Bobbie into a melancholic state. "You know, sometimes when we lose the people we love, all we can do is try to live in the ways that would make them proud."
Nikolas unsuccessfully sniffed away the threat of tears that quickly became relentless. "I don't - - I don't think I know how - - to be without her, Bobbie," he moaned, as if a physical ache overwhelmed his body.
"You will. I promise, you will," Bobbie attempted to curl her arms around his body and hold him. "Until you do, you have all of us to lean on."