CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

CEMETERY ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF PORT CHARLES:

Ned(shakes his head in denial)No, not even Helena would do something this sick.

Andreas: As you’ll notice, Mr. Ashton, this is a freshly dug grave. Mrs. Cassadine thought it would save time with disposing of Ms. Davis’ body in case you chose Emily Quartermaine over her. You’d better start digging, Mr. Ashton. I don’t think Ms. Davis has much air left.

Ned(falls to his knees and begins clawing at the dirt)My god, Alexis. Hang on. I’ll get you out of there.

BACKSTAGE, CEDAR POINT AMUSEMENT PARK:

Emily: You’re lying. I don’t believe you.

Helena: My dear, why would I lie.

Emily: Because you’re Helena Cassadine. You get off on doing things like this.

Helena: I see you’ve been listening to the tales your brother, Nikolas, has been telling you.

Emily: Stop it! Nikolas is not my brother.

Helena: I’m sure that thought makes you very uncomfortable, my dear. It mustn’t be pleasant to know you had a crush on your own brother. But that’s besides the point. You are my granddaughter and your Uncle Stefan needs your kidney else he’s going to die.

Emily: Get away from me! Ned! Where’s Ned? Would someone get this crazy woman away from me.

Helena: I’m afraid Mr. Ashton is a bit busy at the moment. Now if you have a problem believing I’m telling you the truth, then I suggest you go to your mother and have her verify it for you.

Emily: Your sick! My mother is dead!

Helena: Paige Bowen was not your mother. Tammy Carson is. Remember before the Quartermaines were going to adopt you that you went searching for your Aunt Cory. Well, surprise, my dear, you’ve finally found her.

Emily: (starts backing away from Helena)You’re lying! You stay away from me.

Helena(watches as she runs off)Well, I guess it’s good I didn’t get a chance to dispose of Tammy Carson, yet. It turns out that I just may need her.

SONNY’S PENTHOUSE:

Sonny: So, is there any particular era of historical romance novels that you like?

Carly: The Regency Era in England, why? Sonny, why are you asking me all these questions.

Sonny: I just thought I’d like to take you on a honeymoon that you’ll still remember when we’re both old and gray. AJ took you to Hawaii...

Carly; Please don’t remind me.

Sonny: As I was saying, I was thinking that maybe I could make your fantasy come true. For our honeymoon we could pretend like were those characters in that book you read that you said reminded you of us.

Carly: (intrigued)How would we do that?

Sonny: I could rent one of those manor houses in the English countryside and we could pretend we were Lord Michael and Lady Caroline and that we were living back in Regency England. We could dress like they did then and do all the things they must have done. We could even act out that scene from the book you told me about. We could spend the day out horseback riding with you wondering if I’m wearing anything under my skintight riding pants. Although, I would like to skip the part where you bash me in the head, if you don’t mind.

Carly: You’d really do that for me?

Sonny: Yeah, Jasper Jacks isn’t the only guy who can bring a woman’s romantic fantasies to life.

Carly:(a bit teary-eyed) If you’re not careful, Sonny Corinthos, you’re going to become the living embodiment of all my fantasies; romantic and otherwise. No man has ever offered to do something like this for me. No man has ever really cared about what kind of fantasies I had, let alone offered to make them come true. I got Jason to make a few of them come true, but he didn’t even know he was doing it and I had to practically twist his arm to get him to do it. Like the ring thing. I pretended when Jason slipped those rings on my finger that he was marrying me, but he had no idea what I was even doing. He was just humoring me because I’d asked him if he’d put those rings on my finger for me. But you...You’re the last man I’d ever expect to make all my dreams come true, and you’re the one whose actually doing it and I don‘t even have to do anything to make you do it.

Sonny: Well you know what they say. Good things come when and where you least expect it.

CEMETERY ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF PORT CHARLES:

Ned(finally uncovers the coffin buried in the grave. He pries open the lid. Alexis is laying inside lifeless. Blood is staining the white satin lining and Alexis’ hands. She obviously woke-up inside the coffin and had beaten her hands uselessly against the lid trying to escape. Ned puts his ear down by Alexis’ nose and mouth, then he looks up at Andreas in horror)My god! I don’t think she’s breathing.