"Are you fucking serious?" Robin snapped while taking out a dusty case with a baseball inside. "There's no way that's the infamous "treasure" are grandfather's fought over!" Sam shook her head before taking it, opening the case and taking out the baseball. "That's not just any baseball! That's a mint condition baseball signed by Babe fucking Ruth!" Patrick exclaimed quickly yanking it away from Sam, examining it more closely while Sam and Robin exchanged incredulous glances at one another. "Who?" they both murmured simultaneously, their lack of baseball knowledge glaringly evident.
Patrick, even Jason both sighed shaking their heads. "Babe Ruth, guys. He's a baseball legend, like, one of the biggest names in the history of the sport." Jason explained, a stunned expression on his face. "Even Jason knows who Babe Ruth is and he's got amnesia." Patrick teased elbowing Jason in the side. "Okay, so it's some dumb baseball, probably worth of couple of hundred.." Both men let out a loud laugh, Patrick casually tossing the ball in his hand. "I would say closer to a few hundred million; especially with the condition of it; and the autograph is still perfect legible."
"The things people spend money on.." Robin quipped before standing up as Patrick handed the ball back to Sam. "What are you going to do with it?" Sam timidly shrugged her shoulders before putting it back in it's case, and back in the chest. "Oh come on, Sam!" Jason groaned. "I know it doesn't make any sense but there are rules in my family. Superstitions, if you will; where if you take something, or move something especially something that belonged to another Cassadine; even if they've passed on..." Patrick and Jason stood with confused expressions waiting for her to finish. "Things just happen.." Sam tensely said before closing the chest and standing up. "What kind of things?" Patrick probed crossing his arms, an apparent smirk on his face.
"I don't know. I have always kept my hands off things that don't belong to me but I was always taught that if I steal something from another Cassadine, my ancestors will know and they will...come for me." Jason and Patrick stood for a moment, Robin back at the stairs turning to face them before they all burst into laughter. "Laugh it up, but I have lived my entire life without any curses or visits from dead relatives and the Cassadines aren't exactly the most friendly people when it comes to crossing them so just imagine a pissed of Cassadine spirit!" Sam dusted off her hands before following Robin as they all ascended back up the stairs. "I can't believe you are just going to leave it there! That's like leaving a fortune untouched!" Patrick exclaimed, still chuckling.
Sam glanced back at the closed chest, a hint of unease in her eyes. "I'd rather not tempt fate. Besides, some things are better left undisturbed." As they reached the top of the stairs, Jason looked at Sam with a teasing grin. "It's already been disturbed; now it's like leaving it unrested; and that might piss the 'spirits' off worse." Patrick urged with a smirk as Jason elbowed her. "So, you're telling me you believe in curses and ghostly ancestors?" Sam rolled her eyes, but a small smile played on her lips. "I don't necessarily believe in them, but I also don't want to be the one to prove they don't exist." They walked back through the crypt turning to face the door as it randomly closed. "That's not creepy..." Patrick swallowed hard. "Oh, so now you're getting spooked?" Robin teased, nudging Patrick playfully.
Patrick raised an eyebrow, trying to maintain a nonchalant demeanor. "I'm not spooked; it's just a weird coincidence." Jason chuckled. "The skeptics are always the first ones to get uneasy in situations like this." As they continued through the crypt, the atmosphere seemed to grow more solemn. Sam couldn't help but feel a subtle chill in the air. "Let's just get out of here," she suggested, quickening her pace. "Yea, this place is really starting to give me the creeps." Robin hurried after Sam. "Hey man, check it out." Patrick tugged Jason over to him where he showed him the baseball. "You didn't?" Jason glanced down at it before looking back up at Patrick. "Dude, she was going to leave it in there; a perfectly preserved baseball with Babe Ruth's autograph on it! This ball is literally worth hundreds of millions, maybe even more with it's condition." Jason swallowed hard as Patrick passed him, tossing the ball in the air.
"I feel like I've walked a marathon..." Robin exclaimed falling onto the couch as they strolled through the main floor. "Yea, I'm actually gonna head up to bed. I will see you in the morning, guys." Sam announced heading up the staircase. "Are you okay?" Robin asked as Sam turned. "Yea, I am just really tired." She declared before she was out of sight to them. "Robin, check it out." Patrick exclaimed showing her the baseball. "You went back and got it?" Robin whispered leaping off the couch towards him. "She was going to leave it.." Patrick argued. "There's a reason she was leaving it!" Robin argued back, Jason standing between them. "Patrick, your not from our town. When it comes to The Cassadines; things like this aren't to be toyed with!" Patrick rolled his eyes. "I am serious, Drake! When you cross a Cassadine, alive or dead; you will wake up with your ass being cursed! And trust, stealing from a Cassadine is a big no no where we come from!"
When Sam made it into her room; she closed the door behind her, kicking off her shoes and pulling her over shirt off revealing a plain white tee as she pulled her cell phone out, she'd been holding off calling Mac but things were getting too complicated. "Sam? where the fuck have you been?" Carly's voice was booming through the other end. "It's a long story.." She sighed. "Mac has been losing his fucking shit! He literally has entire police departments from three different counties in Florida looking for you especially when those two FBI agents were killed." Sam closed her eyes, she'd been wondering about Richard and Rodriguez. "Was it a man and a woman?" Sam questioned as Carly confirmed. "Wheres Mac now?" Sam asked as the phone was quickly tore from Carly. "Cassadine, where the hell have you been?" Mac was furious as Sam swallowed hard. "There was a complication." Sam explained glancing down. "What kind of complication?" Mac growled.
"There were two enforcers who ambushed us at the cabin; and Jason and I had to run and I brought him to the only place where he'd never be found." Sam pointedly explained. "Cassadine, I sent you on a mission to find Jason! I didn't send you out there for you and Quartermaine to play fucking house!" Sam held the phone away from her ear for a moment before slowly easing it back over. "I don't wanna bring him back until I know that someone isn't going to put a fucking target on his head!" Sam snapped. "How much did you know about Alan's involvement in Jason going missing?" Sam finally asked, there was a long silence on the other end. "I didn't...It doesn't really surprise me but it doesn't change the fact that Quartermaine has family, a mother, a grandmother and a sister who've greatly missed him.." Sam quickly cut Mac off. "Jason doesn't have any memories, Mac.." There was another pause on the line. "He remembers nothing..."
"That might complicate things but that is none of our concern. You were given an order and I expect you to follow it!" Mac declared. "Yes sir." Sam murmured before hanging the phone up in time to hear glass shattering and yelling coming from down stairs. "What the fuck." She quickly tore the bedroom door open; a utter silence around as she slowly treaded across the hardwood floor, the stained runner feeling gross under her bare feet. When she made it to the top of the staircase; she could see what appeared to be a pool of blood at the bottom of the stairs. "Jason? Robin? Drake?" Sam nervously called out as she slowly descended the stairs, her breath caught into her throat. "I swear to god, if this is a joke! I will fucking kill you guys!" Sam screamed, stopping to see if there was any sound of snickers or laughter. "This isn't fucking funny." She didn't wanna move but when she thought about something happening to Jason, she quickly hurried down.
"This isn't fu..." Sam dropped her cell phone; a loud clatter erupting as she covered her face with her hands. Only a few feet from her laid Patrick, his throat slashed. "Oh my god!" She cried out feeling a presence peering up from behind her as she quickly turned to see her grandmother, Helena Cassadine standing inches from her. "Hello, Samantha," Helena intoned, her words carrying a subtle but unmistakable air of calculated malice. "Grandmo..." Sam started but felt the cold, wet sensation of a bloody letter opener against her throat. "Oh, my dear granddaughter; your kind always do have a knack for getting yourselves into the most unpleasant of situations." Helena purred, the sharp edge of the letter opener cutting Sam's neck as tears welled up in her eyes. "And yet, here we are again." Sam's eyes gazed at the surroundings, she couldn't see Jason or Robin but at that moment, she was the one staring at the end of a blade.