Sam and Patrick stepped out of the living room; giving Robin and Jason some time to catch up; even if it was one sided. "What do you think?" She asked him as they began the long walk up the stairs. "It's clearly amnesia..." Patrick gave her a puzzling expression. "I mean, what are the chance that he could remember?" She asked as he shook his head. "There's no way of really being able to tell, how long ago was that wreck?" Patrick asked as Sam thought back. "Six or Seven years ago. I was eighteen when it happened so six years ago." Patrick let out a whistle as Sam arched her brow at the inconsiderate tone. "That' s long time to feel like a stranger in your own body." Sam nodded with her arms crossed as they turned down the long hallway. "yea, it is." They walked into one of the rooms across from Jason's. "You and Robin can stay in here." Sam offered with a wry smile.
"Okay; but I doubt we'll be staying?" Patrick explained as Robin broke the silence between them. "Thank you for the room, Sam. We most certainly will be staying." and with that, Patrick quieted up; clearly uncomfortable with the arrangements. "Jason was asking for you." Sam nodded before turning and leaving the two alone. She hurried down the steps to see that Jason had started a fire, and was staring into the fiery, red flames dancing with the shadows. She slowly approached him not wanting to interrupt him as she sat patiently in the chair behind him. "That woman? Robin? She looked at me like she expected me to remember something! Everyone expects me to remember something? All the doctors; or the fucking FBI but not you? Why is that?" He asked turning to face her as she shrugged her shoulders.
"I think the first time I asked you about the last thing you remembered.." she began. "The wreck?" he finished as she nodded. "It was a very painful and hard thing for you to remember and relive so I told myself that I would never put you through something like that again. If you remember? great, if we can help you to remember without forcing a bunch of different expectations on you, great but you will not be overwhelmed, okay, by anyone! I will not allow it!" She warned as he nodded with a subtle smirk touching the edges of his lips. "Who knew that Mrs. Caldwell was such a protective wife." She chuckled before standing up and leaning down, giving him a light peck on the cheek before leaning back up. "I am gonna make you some tea."
She announced making her way into the kitchen, grabbing a kettle from under the sink, washing it out with soap and water, a few times before she finally filled it up. "Robin, Drake; do y'all want some tea?" She yelled out as Robin came walking down the stairs with Patrick behind her. "What kind do you have?" Robin asked as Sam pulled out a few different boxes. "I have chamomile, jasmine and peppermint." Jason quickly stood up as Robin and Sam gazed up, a focused expression on his face. "Jason, are you okay?" Sam asked dropping the boxes, slowly approaching him. "There was an old woman? An old woman that I loved." Both Sam and Robin nodded with knowledge. "That is your grandmother." Robin explained as Jason nodded. "Her name is Lila, She's had it really hard since you've been gone." Sam continued as Jason swallowed hard.
"She loved peppermints. I remember when I was little, I used to always find them in the bottom of her purse, it was always so filthy in there but she always managed to have a handful of paper-mints." Both, Sam and Robin subtly smiled as Sam finally spoke. "Do you see? We didn't have to force you to remember that moment. You did it on your own time and it was a good, loving memory about one of the most understanding, loving women that i have ever met in my life." Robin nodded in agreement. "Jason, your grandmother. That woman moved heaven and earth to find you until it became too much for her health." He closed his eyes, feeling an unwavering amount of guilt for having so many people in his life worrying about him. "Is she okay, I mean; she isn't.." Sam shook her head.
"I try to visit with Lila at least once a week; we have tea and biscuits and just gossip about the locals but you can see it on her face; that she never got over losing you." Jason glanced down, a single tear streaming down his cheek as Sam instinctlvely rubbed her hand against his shoulder. "What kind of tea do you want?" She asked him softly, hoping to take his mind off of LIla and the pain that she felt when he went missing. "I don't know, how about peppermint?" She nodded with a smirk, Patrick had already shut water off and was heating the kettle on the stove which he'd taken a look at after flipping the breaker.
It was a little dicy but for the most part, the stove was still in working condition. "Do we have cream?" Robin asked as Sam sheepishly shook her head. "I haven't had a chance to clean out the fridge; I was gonna wait till we got power, thank you for that Patrick and for getting the water heater and stove working; your a handy man to have around." Robin smiled proudly at her husband. "I can help you clean it out if you'd like?" Sam shook her head. "Robin, that fridge probably hasn't been open in forty years, I don't even wanna think about what's in there, we shouldn't both have to be suffering while cleaning it out."
Robin shook her head; her mind already made up as she walked over to the fridge and opened it. "It's not that bad." She said as Sam peaked up from behind her. The power had already been on for a few hours, and the fridge was already feeling cold. "I dont even wanna think about what shade that cheese resembles." Sam grimaced, reaching in and grabbing some food, pulling the garbage can near them as they began tossing food, that looked like it'd came from the early settlement. "I can't believe they didn't clean the fridge out when they left." Robin sighed throwing away a glass container of milk. "I think my great grandparents were the last inhabitants here, I don't think anyone else has been here since they died." Sam explained grabbing a clorox wipe from the counter.
"Have y'all checked out the rest of the place?" Patrick asked tying the full bag closed, pulling it from the can. "Not yet; we'd just gotten here when you guys showed up." Sam said wiping some sweat from her forehead. "I don't know, I could go for some exploring." Jason quirked in as Sam nodded with a smile. "I ordered some Russian delicacy froma local restaurant, maybe after we eat; we can go check the castle out." Sam said as Jason nodded while Patrick brought the garbage out. Sam grabbed another bag, flinging it open before loading it into the can for her and Robin to throw away more food before opening the freezer and getting to work on it. When Patrick returned, he carried several, steaming bags of food. "Dinner is served and it smells...interesting." Patrick noted as Sam took the bags from him. "It's probably the Kvass."
She said placing the bags on the counter. "The what?" jason asked with a puzzled expression. "Kvass, it's this traditional beverage that's made from bread." She said as the three of them nodded nervously. "Sam, I don't know if you know this about me but I am not the most open with local delicacies, if it doesn't look appealing, I can't put it in my mouth." Robin warned as Sam nodded. "I ordered several things, but I wanted to try the Kvass." She explained pulling some trays from the bag before grabbing the bottle of Kvass. "I went for one with currant so it might cut some of the tanginess from the fermentation." They all stopped, wide-eyeing her. "That means spoiled, right?" Jason asked as Patrick nodded. "It's a local delicacy, come on, guys! where is your sense of adventure?" They all promptly shook their heads.
"I think I have had more than my share of adventure these past few years, but I'll try it, I can almost guarantee you that I am going to hate it but i'll try it." Jason conceded as Sam smiled, grabbing out two small plastic cups; pouring a little in each one, handing him one before taking the other. Sam slowly, nervously brought the cup to her nose, inhaling the scent. "Oh, I think I changed my mind." Jason quickly knocked it back, squinting his eyes closed as he swallowed it before opening them to see that Sam still stood with her undrank cup. "Sam, you better drink that." She whimpered for a minute before slowly emptying the cup into her mouth while Robin and Patrick watched in horror. "It's very bready and doughy!" Sam covered her mouth as she swallowed it, her too squinting her eyes closed. "There's a bit of a sweetness but the dough is really in there."
"Yea, I won't be trying that again." Jason said staring over at the rest of the trays. "What else did you get?" He asked as she threw both of their cups away. "I got pelmeni, which I have tried, it's these dumplings filled with minced meat; it's so good!" She said opening the tray. "I also got Borcht; it's a russian beet soup, with meat and vegetables. I haven't tried it but my mother loves it." They all brought the trays to the large dining room, sitting all of them on a large, oak dining table that Sam and Patrick had wiped down earlier while Jason and Robin were talking. They all sat fairly close to one another, only taking maybe 20 percent of the entire table. "Sam, what's this?" Patrick asked showing her a tray of tiny pancakes. "That's blini, their like thin little pancakes and there should be some toppings that came with them! I ordered caviar and sour cream for them."
Robin practically gagged at the mention of caviar. "Don't listen to her! She doesn't know what she is missing, Caviar is delicious and expensive as shit." Patrick said spooning some on the pancake and taking a bite before letting out a sigh of approval. "& this?" Robin asked pointing down at several golden, brown buns in a tray. "That's the Pirozhki, it's these small baked buns; you can fry them as well but they are filled with sweet or savory fillings." Sam explained. "I went for a chicken and pork feeling for the savories and a bavarian cream and chocolate for dessert." Robin nervously took a bite before a smile formed on her face. "damn, that's actually really good." Sam smiled, rather pleased with her choices as Jason slowly opened a tray of skewered meat. "Bingo, I've found my dinner." He quipped with a laugh.
"you better take it easy on them cause that's my dinner to." Sam warned as she handed out paper plates, each of them grabbing a skewer and what else they wanted from the trays. "Thanks Sam, seriously. I think this is the first time that I can remember actually hanging out with friends." Sam nodded while glancing over at Robin; they both knew the exact opposite of Jason Quartermaine; he'd been blessed with a whole world of friends in his youth but that was a long time ago; and he was a completely different person. Once dinner was finished; Patrick stood up. "What about that tour?" He asked as Sam and Robin collected plates and the trays from the table. "Let me put the food up; and with the fridge being cleaned out, we have leftover's for tomorrow, thank you so much for helping me, Robin; I would have been struggling with it all night had you not, so thanks."
"You're welcome, You know, I actually heard about this place; I think my parents came here once when they were on a mission; I think my mom said something about their being an underground cave that connects to a mausoleum." Robin explained putting the food in the fridge. "It's possible; you know how the Cassadine's are; we'd much rather have our dead relatives with us than actually laying them to rest." Sam said throwing the plates away. "Well, you know what they also say about the Cassadines?" Robin quirked as Sam gave her a smirk. "There ain't no rest for the wicked!" They both said letting out a laugh. "It doesn't bother you to talk about your family like that?" Patrick asked, not in an accusatory manner, just one of curiosity. "I mean, it's true. My grandfather's wife literally slashed my grandmother's throat in this very castle."
"Holy shit. I didn't know that!" Robin exclaimed with shock in her tone. "I mean, I knew that Helena killed your mother's mother but I didn't know that it happened here!" Sam nodded before washing her hands. "It happened right in front of my mother when she was probably six years old." Sam said drying them with a paper towel. "Anyway, y'all ready for a tour?" She asked, grabbing two separate flashlights from under the sink before leading them through the long hallway towards a large, metal framed door.