Episode 24 // Written by: Dallas Walsh
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The ground is covered in snow. The air is filled with mist and a heavy fog. Trees surround Shane as he stops walking. He thinks he hears footsteps in the snow nearby. Quickly he realizes how silly it is. No one else is at the Calimo cabin.
He continues to walk away, enjoying the air and the surroundings. Suddenly he sees a figure emerging from the fog. Out of the mist Natasha appears!
"Natasha" he gasps in shock.
Natasha looks up and stares at Shane, clearly in shock as well that someone else is at the Calimo cabin.
"Natasha, is that really you?" Shane says, reaching out to her. His hand touches her face. He gasps. "My God, its you! Youre alive" he whispers, to stunned to speak with voice.
He walks to her and embraces her. "We thought you were dead. We all thought you were dead" he tells her. He pulls back from the hug. "What happened? Where have you been?"
Natasha looks at Shane, and draws a blank. "Im sorry, but who are you?"
"You dont know?"
"No. Should I?"
"Do you remember anything? Anything before your accident?"
"No." Natasha says softly. Suddenly it dawns on her though that the man standing in front of her can help her remember her past. "But you know me, right?"
Shane smiles. "Yea, I know you. Very well. We are good friends."
"Come on, lets go back to the cabin. I want to look at you."
"Excuse me?" Natasha says.
Shane laughs. "Im a doctor. I want to make sure you are alright. Ill fill you in on your accident as we walk."
Cory and Robin walk off the elevator holding hands. A large smile is across Robins face. She knows she has what she has wanted: to be Corys wife. Cory unlocks the door, and pushes it open.
"Ready to be carried over the threshold Mrs. Calvin?" Cory smiles at Robin.
"Id thought youd never ask" she replies.
Cory lifts Robin into his arms, and carries her into the Penthouse. "Welcome home" he says, moving in and kissing her passionately.
Robin pulls away. "Take me upstairs" she says, going in for another kiss.
"With pleasure" he says, kicking the door the shut and proceeding upstairs, Robin still in his arms.
Meggan sits in the living room, on the black leather sofa. In front of her is a glass coffee table, centered with pink tulips, around are some magazines. She picks up one. She quickly flips through it, and drops it back down on the table.
She walks over to the entertainment center and grabs the TV Guide. She throws that back down as well. She walks over the fireplace. The roaring fire warms up. She looks at the mantle. Its filled with family photos. She looks at them. Her wedding day with Vinny; a picture with her mother and father; another photo of her and Vinny. She picks up a picture of Vinny, and runs her finger over the glass. She shuts her eyes, and holds the picture close to her chest.
Suddenly the basement door opens! Meggan returns the photo and turns and sees Robbie.
"Didnt mean to startle you" he says, entering the living room.
"Its alright. What did you find downstairs?" she asks.
"I hate to say this Meggan, but I definitely think someone has been in the house."
"My God," Meggan says, returning to her seat on the sofa. "Who would do this? Who would be watching me?"
"I intend to find out. I promise I will find out" Robbie tries to assure her.
Meggan looks around. Her eyes glance back at the mantle, filled with pictures. "Everything has changed since Vinny died. Everything." Meggan whispers.
The pub is small. It fits fifty people, max. A small jukebox provides the music. There is a small bar, with a bartender behind it.
The pub is pretty empty. Jackson sits in the corner, alone eating peanuts from the small bowel in the center of the table. His large glass of beer is half empty.
Suddenly the door opens and the woman that Adam had sex with a few hours early walks in. Jackson looks up and instantly becomes attracted to her. He slowly gets up, as she sits down at the bar. He walks over to her and sits next to her.
"Can I buy you a drink?" he asks, trying to be cool.
"Yes, thank you" she smiles. She turns to bartender "Ill have a martini please."
"Its on me" Jackson says. He turns to the woman. "Im Jackson, nice to meet you" he says shaking her hand.
"Helen. Helen Mills" she smiles.
Jackson looks at her, and smiles.
**THE NEXT MORNING**
Daisy awakes on the small, hard bed. She rolls over and looks. She sees the small room. She sighs, as shes used to seeing the alarm clock. Im suppose to be getting ready for work right now she thinks to herself. My new job. As major.
She slowly gets up. She looks around again. Am I hungry? she wonders. Do I want to shower?
She walks over to the washroom, and shuts the door. She takes off her clothes, and turns on the water. She steps into the shower, and feels something on her feet. She looks down and sees the bottom of the shower all rusted. "OK, Ill have a quick shower" she says to herself, trying to not be so disgusted.
Shane is in the kitchen, making breakfast. Scrambling eggs and frying bacon give the kitchen a warm aroma. The bright sun is seeping through the window, as the curtains on the window are opened.
Shane finishes the eggs, and places them in another bowl. He carries them to the large dinning table, which is just off to the left of the kitchen. He sits at the table, and wonders if he should awake Natasha. He looks out the large bay window that is in the dinning room. The view shows most of the grounds. Shane falls into a memory and recalls the previous evenings events.
His thoughts are interrupted with Natasha arriving in the dinning room.
"Something smells great" she smiles.
"Good morning" Shane replies, turning towards Natasha. "Ive made breakfast. I hope youre hungry."
"Im famished" she says, sitting at the table.
Shane sits across from her, and watches her as she begins to eat some of her eggs. "Have you had any memories?" he asks, drinking some coffee.
"No. Im trying but nothing seems to work."
"I have an idea. But I wanted your approval first" he says, having some bacon.
"Im willing to do anything at this point. Whats your idea Shane?"
"I want you to see someone from your life. Someone you were very close to."
Natasha stops eating and looks at Shane. "I dont know if thats a good idea. According to you, everyone in my life thinks Im dead. I dont want to return until Im back to myself."
"I can understand that Natasha. But seeing someone, talking with someone may trigger your memory. I think its a risk we can take. And I know this person wont say anything. We trust each other."
Natasha looks at Shane. "Alright. You win."
Shane smiles. "Ill call her after breakfast."
Daisy steps out of the shower and quickly grabs a towel, as a light breeze chills her dampened body. She quickly dries her body, and puts her clothes back on. She walks over to the small, cracked mirror and looks at herself. Tears quickly enter her face as she realizes that she should be home with her husband.
Suddenly something quickly passes the bathroom. Daisy turns and is sure she saw something. "Danielle? Are you here?" she calls out, leaving the bathroom.
She looks into the empty loft and sees nothing. "Thats strange. I could have swore..." she mumbles to herself.
Danielle rolls over in the large queen sized bed. She moves her hand over to Chris side of the bed, but she just feels the blanket. She opens her eyes, and sees the bed empty. She lets out a lout sigh, and turns over and sees her alarm clock. Shes officially late for her first day as mayor.
Chris steps out of the washroom, with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Good morning sleepy head" he smiles.
"Whats so good about it?" Danielle spits back.
"Well, its a lovely day outside. Most of the snow should melt. And its your first day as mayor."
"Which I am officially late for."
"Theyll understand. Yesterday was a long day. Whats wrong." Chris says, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Danielle sits up. "I need my husband." Danielle pulls Chris closer and kisses him passionately. "Make love to me" she whispers in his ear.
Chris crawls on top of his wife as she throws the towel from his waist.
Victoria is upstairs in the bedroom. On the bed lays her suitcase, which is about half filled with clothes. The drawers of the dressers are opened, and being empted into her suit case. She is moving quickly, when she hears the doorbell. Who could that be? she asks herself.
She walks downstairs and arrives at the front door. Opening it, she finds Robbie standing.
"Good morning Victoria" Robbie says smiling.
"Robbie. And do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
"Vinny Victors. I need to talk to you about Vinny Victors. May I come in?"
Victoria moves to the side of the door, and opens her arm. Robbie enters. Victoria shuts the door, a look of panic fills her face. She slowly enters the living room. She finds Robbie looking at some pictures hanging on the wall.
"What did you need to talk to me about Robbie?" she says, sitting down on the sofa.
Robbie moves towards the chair, and sits down. "Remember the coat we found in your garbage?"
"How could I forget?"
"We ran tests on it. We found traces of Vinnys blood on it. We also found hair strains on it. The hair is yours and Vinnys."
Victoria remains silent. She looks at the floor, but she can feel Robbies stare at her. She gets a tear in her eye.
"Do you have anything to say Victoria?" Robbie asks.
Victoria looks up and Robbie, a tear runs down her cheek. "I didnt kill Vinny. Please believe me."
Robbie gets up and walks over to Victoria. He kneels down. "I dont know what to believe Victoria. But the evidence is showing otherwise. I have to do this."
"Do what?" Victoria says, wiping away her tears.
"Dont leave town Victoria. I will be back later today, possibly to arrest you."
Robbie gets up and walks out of the living room. Victoria hears the door shut. She sits there in silence.
Chris finishes kissing Danielle. He rolls over and lays on his back, breathing heavily.
Catching her breath, "That was unbelievable" Danielle whispers, moving her hand to Chris chest.
"It was good, wasnt it baby." Chris replies, smiling at his wife.
"I hate to cut this short, but I do have to get into the office." Danielle says getting out of bed. She walks into the bathroom.
Chris lays in bed. Something is different. Something was off. He couldnt put his finger on it, but there was something different about Daisy. What is going on? I have to find out whats going on he tells himself.
Shane and Natasha are in the front room. A long brown sofa is in the room. In front of the sofa is a long wooden coffee table, with faces a huge fireplace. Natasha is sitting, watching the flames of the fire. Shane is watching Natasha, but he is distracted when he hears a car in the drive way. He gets up and looks outside. He sees a red mustang. The door opens and Leah steps out.
She came Shane smiles to himself. Shane grabs his coat, and rushes outside. The air is warm, as the sun is shinning.
"Leah, thank you for coming." Shane says, hugging her.
"No problem. It sounded urgent on the phone."
They release from the hug. "It is. I found something. Something shocking. Someone, actually."
"You found someone? What are you talking about Shane?"
"Come inside, but brace yourself Leah." Shane says, taking her arm and leading her to the cabin.
"You are starting to scare me Shane."
They enter the cabin. Natashas back is to Leah. "Hello" Leah calls out.
Natasha gets up slowly. She turns around. Leah gasps in horror. "My God..." she whispers. "Natasha? Is it really you?"
Daisy finishes her breakfast. She walks to the sink, and runs a little water. She begins washing the few dishes she used. While washing the dishes, she hears a noise again. She shuts off the water and looks around. This time she is sure she sees someone creeping in the back. She grabs a knife and slowly walks to the doorway. Suddenly the she grabs the figure. A small struggle begins with the hooded figure and Daisy.
"Stop!" Daisy yells. "I have a knife."
The hooded figure puts up his hands.
"Reveal yourself" Daisy commands.
The figure slowly turns around and takes off his hood. Daisy stumbles back in shock.
"No...it cant be..." she whispers, covering her mouth with her hand. "Vinny? Youre alive?"
Vinny smiles at Daisy. "In the flesh" he smiles.
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