Alec Bale reached into pocket and removed his cell phone, quickly dialing 911 as he stared at Julia Mitchell tend to Vincent Moore. The church they had just escaped moments ago had now collapsed, and luckily they were able to save Vince by searching through the wreckage. Only now, he was unconscious and Julia couldn't figure out if he was breathing or not.

"I can't find a pulse!" Julia cried.

"I'm calling for help!" Alec shouted back, dropping to his knees where Blake Thomas was lying on the ground unconscious as well. As he spoke into his phone to an operator, Alec nervously touched Blake's chest and was relieved to find that he was still breathing.

Alec still had relatively no idea what had just happened, since he only arrived at the church after following someone who looked disturbingly like Vince back to where he was holding the real Vince prisoner, along with Blake and Julia.

Something incredibly weird had been going on at the church, and Alec was going to demand an answer to as soon as Vince and Blake survived their injuries. But right now, he was concerned about losing Vince…his best friend.

He had followed the Vince look-alike for the sole purpose of getting their past behind them. Alec was no longer with Jessica and neither was Vince, and now that they had both seen Jessica for who she really was, Alec had a feeling they could work things out. It's not as if they had a reason to fight over her anymore, in their most recent relationships with Jessica, they had both dumped her.

"Things are going to work out," Alec promised. "Blake, you're going to be okay too. We're all going to be okay."


MADDOCK HOME

"Are you positive you have no idea what happened?" Officer Summers asked, questioning Felicia Bale as she sat across from him on the couch in Melissa Maddock's living room. Felicia frowned, still trying to remember what had happened only a few hours earlier. She had been severely intoxicated then, and she couldn't at all remember what led her to arrive at Melissa's house and how the police had been called.

More importantly, Felicia couldn't remember why Melissa was lying on the floor either. Gasping, Felicia turned away from Officer Summers and tried rising to her feet, but she found that she couldn't. She was still in pain from the accident she had at the Hanley mansion, and she needed her crutches to stand.

"Is something wrong, Mrs. Bale?"

"I…I need my crutches," Felicia said. "I can't walk without them."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Officer Summers said. "I should have known."

"Really?"

"It's a small town, Mrs. Bale. I know quite a bit about you and your husband, and Ms. Maddock here," Officer Summers replied. "A lot about your — your accident."

"Of course," Felicia said. "The accident. My crutches?"

"Harris, can you find Mrs. Bale's crutches for her?"

"Sure thing," Officer Harris said, rising from the floor where he had been examining Melissa's body with the paramedics. "Looks like we're going to have to get her into the hospital quickly, Summers…there's a lot of bleeding."

"Oh my God," Felicia gasped. "Is she going to be okay?"

Officer Summers frowned. "Is there something you want to tell me, Mrs. Bale…about what happened here earlier? Because now would be the opportune time."


MARQUETTE COVE MEMORIAL HOSPITAL

"Morris is supposed to be starting school soon," Cyrus Anderson said, speaking to his wife, Tina, as they stood near the receptionist's desk at Marquette Cove Memorial Hospital. "He called me to say that he already picked out his classes for the fall semester at Berkley."

"I wish he had bothered to come home during the summer," Tina said. "I don't know why we let him get that apartment."

"He's a grown man, Tina," Cyrus reminded her. "Can't keep watch on your son forever."

"I know, Cyrus," Tina insisted. "It's just nice to have another man in the house to take care of Kelli while you and I are working."

"We had Blake living with us this summer," Cyrus said.

"And I'm grateful for that, really," Tina said. "But he's been through so much this year, I just wish Morris were here to make things better."

"We'll do fine," Cyrus said. "Now, what are your plans for —"

Cyrus stopped talking when he heard a familiar voice crying out from down the hallway. He turned his head and saw that Chris Server was running alongside a gurney being pushed toward one of the nearby emergency rooms.

"Christopher?" Cyrus wondered aloud. "What's he doing…oh my God."

Cyrus froze when the gurney was close enough for him to recognize the patient as his own daughter, Kelli Anderson. She appeared to be bleeding, and was writhing in pain on the gurney and crying out for someone to help her.

"Kelli!" Tina cried, noticing their daughter as well. "Cyrus, what's happened to her?"

"I don't know, Tina," Cyrus said quickly. "But I'll do everything I can to help her."

Cyrus hurried toward the emergency room as Tina nervously slammed her hand onto the receptionist's desk. She glanced over at a row of payphones and crossed to them, so she could make a quick phone call. She only hoped that her son was reachable at the moment.

Blake exited the hospital room where a nurse had just bandaged his forehead, and found Julia sitting outside next to Alec. He smiled at them and took a seat, where Julia gripped his hand to comfort him. "How's it going?"

"Fine," Blake replied. "I don't have a concussion, so that's a plus. How's Vince?"

"We don't know," Alec said. "The damn doctor won't tell us anything. I called my dad and Vince's mom, they should be on their way."

"I called Akilah," Julia said. "Looks like everyone is accounted for."

"Did someone call Mr. Hanley?" Blake asked.

"No," Alec snapped. "He doesn't deserve to be here."

Julia sighed. "I forgot to. I'll go ahead and do that."

Julia released Blake's hand and rose to her feet, only to have Alec grab her arm to stop her from walking away.

"Julia, don't call him," Alec said. "He doesn't care about Vince. Or anyone. He ruined my parents' marriage."

"Alec, he cares about Vince," Julia said. "He has to. Vince wouldn't be living with him if it weren't true."

Alec reluctantly released Julia's hand. She walked toward the nearest set of payphones, while Blake stared off into the distance. As he did, he saw a frantic Mrs. Anderson standing near a payphone, slamming the phone back onto the wall.

"Excuse me," Blake told Alec, standing up and moving over to Tina. "Mrs. Anderson, are you okay?"

"Oh, Blake," Tina said. "I have horrible news about Kelli."

Blake's face fell. "What's wrong?"

As Tina broke the news about Kelli's gunshot wound to Blake, Tom King stepped off the elevator at the hospital and walked toward the receptionist's desk. He stood there and watched as Tina began crying while talking to Blake. Blake gave Tina a hug, and Tom turned away from them to smirk.

"Looks like life imitates art more than I thought," Tom remarked.


LOMAN HOME

Duncan Kincaid remained on the living room floor, unconscious. The front door of the house was wide open from when it had been kicked it, and the cold wind was blowing through the door. Duncan's hand twitched on the floor.

"You've been great, darling," Joel said. "Honestly, I wish I didn't have to kill you. But it's my brother, you see. I've got to send him back to jail…so…so long, Lori."

Joel pulled the trigger, shooting Lori in the forehead. He quickly spun around so he wouldn't have to look at the blood from the gunshot. He dropped the gun onto the floor and knelt next to his brother, Duncan Kincaid, to check his pulse.

"Oh…you're dead already," Joel muttered. "Well, that sort of takes the fun out of it, doesn't it? But that's okay…I can make my own fun."

"Ungh…" Duncan groaned, opening his eyes.

He tried sitting up on the floor, but he couldn't. He felt as if he had a massive hangover, even though Duncan knew for a fact that he hadn't been drinking earlier. He rolled over onto his stomach and with a groan, pushed himself up onto his knees.

Duncan's dead body fell to the floor once more, and the gun slipped from his hands. Joel frowned and picked up the gun wipe his fingerprints from it, before placing the gun back into Duncan's hands.

As he tried to give Duncan the gun again to plant it on him, Joel accidentally pulled the trigger again. The bullet flew from the gun and hit Joel in the neck. He cried out and stumbled backward. He slid in a pool of blood and fell onto his back, hitting his head on the hardwood floor and knocking himself unconscious.

"Oh God…where the hell did that come from?" Duncan demanded, finally able to rise to his feet. "Did I just dream all of that?"

He felt his stomach, checking to make sure he didn't feel as if he was going to be throwing up. After doing so, he leaned against the wall to catch his balance. Duncan took a deep breath and started toward the door.

"I should get home…" Duncan managed to mutter. "Who knows how long I've even been here."


MARQUETTE COVE MEMORIAL HOSPITAL

Felicia sat in a wheelchair outside the room where Melissa was now resting, after being brought by the ambulance. Felicia was checked up on to make sure she hadn't sustained any injuries, while Melissa was awaiting tests that had been done on her.

As Felicia sat in the room, she could see Officer Summers and Officer Harris discussing something amongst themselves next to the receptionist's desk. Her thoughts soon turned to Robert, and what he would think when he found out. Felicia only wished she knew what had happened.

"This can't be good," Felicia said. "Something happened tonight besides this...I'm sure of it. But why can't I remember what?"

"White…a blank page or canvas?" Tom wondered, gazing at the sheets of paper he had in his hand. He moved away from the police officers standing near him, even though there was no chance they were there to question him. It wasn't as if he had actually killed the people he was holding prisoner at the Highwind Resort.

Tom knew that his agent wanted him to make his characters seem more real and less like cardboard cut-outs, and so this was his perfect solution. Use real characters, real people with souls to illuminate his work.

"No one will be the wiser," Tom said. "No one should have any idea that I've taken seven people and placed them in St. Laurent, the picturesque ski resort I created. Certainly none of them…they have no idea that I've taken their souls, their very essence and placed them on my…canvas. Not my blank page, my canvas."

Tom turned his attention to Tina who was still talking to Blake, and Felicia who was resting in her wheelchair with a pensive look on her face.

"I only hope that Isoke was right, and there won't be any side-effects," Tom muttered. "Although, even if they are…what's the worst that could happen from someone losing their soul for a little while?"

"We're losing her, Dr. Anderson," Simon Holden said, attempting to stop Kelli from convulsing on her hospital bed. "I don't know what's happening!"

"Come on, Simon," Cyrus said, gazing at his daughter with a fearful look on his face. "We stopped the bleeding, there's no reason this should be happening."

Cyrus watched as Simon and two other doctors attempted to get Kelli into a stable condition. They worked as hard as they could to save her, while unbeknownst to them, Tom was now watching them operate through the window on the emergency room door.

As he watched, his own words began to echo throughout his mind as he prayed that Kelli wouldn't lose her life. "What's the worst that could happen from someone losing their soul for a little while…"