Bobbie and Emily walk down memory lane in the wake of Alan's death (2007).
Bobbie slowly advanced onto the Quartermaine estate. For years she had traversed the private drive for outlandish celebratory parties, or a pleasant invitation to afternoon tea with Lila. Today, however, her arrival was a solemn one. Even the exterior of the house appeared darker than normal, as if it somehow knew that the foundation of the family had been lost once and for all.
In the aftermath of the Metro Court explosion, Bobbie had found immense comfort in the presence of her two grandsons. She was eternally thankful that Carly's boys had not been present for the horrors inflicted on those unfortunate to be within the vicinity. Their safety, after all, was paramount, and ordinarily she would have relished the opportunity to host them in her home. Except, as they slept peacefully under her watchful eye, Bobbie was restless with one person on her mind - Monica. The love that the Drs. Quartermaine shared was often misunderstood and unshakeable. She couldn't help but worry how far her best friend would spiral in the wake of Alan's death.
She didn't usually bother to knock, but did so out of courtesy as she entered into the foyer and stumbled upon Emily at the base of the staircase, as if she had watched someone ascend a mere second before. Emily flinched in surprise as Bobbie crept into her line of vision. "Hi, Bobbie," she wearily welcomed the family friend.
Bobbie's forehead etched with concern. Grief displayed itself in a multitude of ways, and the lack of sleep Emily had endured snatched her attention first. "I'm so sorry, Emily." Whether it was how deeply Bobbie's eyes searched her soul, or the fact that Bobbie had been a constant from her very first day in Port Charles, Emily wasn't sure but what little that was left of her resolve crumbled and she collapsed into the woman's arms. "Oh, honey, it's okay."
"I don't know how to be here without him, Bobbie." It wasn't that Emily hadn't foreseen this day; she understood well enough that every love is eventually lost. She simply couldn't process the reality that her father and best friend, the man who had endeared her to a whole new family, ceased to exist. He would never referee another family squabble, nor soothe her troubles with his musical voice. The heartache she experienced for herself, however, was no match for the fear that nauseated her when she wondered of the impact upon her mother who had lost the love of her life. "I'm so worried about mom. I don't think she knows how either."
Bobbie sensed Emily's panic rise as she embraced the woman in her arms, and she quickly leaned back to meet her eye. "Hey. Your mother is one of the bravest, most capable women I know. She will miss Alan terribly but she will be okay, and so will you." Bobbie steered Emily into the reception room, "Where is Monica anyway?"
"I finally convinced her to try and sleep," Emily exhaled heavily, as if they had almost come to blows over such a ridiculous thing. "Jason sat down here with her for hours," she motioned toward the nearby photo album which lay open on the coffee table.
"I'm sure that was a comfort to her," Bobbie pointedly remarked, relieved that Jason had not further drifted from the Quartermaine family in their time of need. Her heart warmed with memory as the multitude of faces beamed up at her from behind the camera. "Oh, I remember that day!" Excitedly, Bobbie motioned to a picture of herself, Emily and Monica in the den. "You had that fifties dance at school and borrowed my poodle skirt."
"You and Monica taught me the jitterbug," Emily faintly chuckled for the first time in days. She momentarily dazed off into the distance as the memories flooded back. "I never did thank you," she suddenly realised.
"What - for the dance?"
"No," Emily shook her head, softly. "You and Lucky were my first friends, outside of the Quartermaine's, and you welcomed me into your life with so much ease." Her transition into the Quartermaine family had been troublesome, to say the least, and there were days when Emily dreamed that the Jones' family were her forever home instead.
"Well, you were easy to love, sweetie." Bobbie leaned in and planted a delicate kiss to Emily's cheek.