Glancing out the window now revealed the power outage to be citywide. Perhaps. Sean can just barely see other homes in the distance from the eastern window.

He presses his hands against the glass and sighs. This will all be over soon. And he will never have to think about the Hanley mansion, Marquette Cove, or its inconvenient power outages ever again.

"Sean."

Lighting crackles again, this time followed by drops of rain that pelt the window. Sean turns around and sees his half-brother, Michael Hanley. He stands in the doorway and grips a flashlight.

"It's time," Michael says.

"The power's out," Sean says softly.

"Our doing," Michael explains. "It takes quite a bit of power to wipe someone's memories completely."

Sean nods. "That makes sense. I think."

"Follow me," Michael says.

"Are we alone?" Sean asks quickly.

"Vincent has just left. Now, let's get you to the basement."



"Shit," Vince grumbles as rain falls onto his head. "I'm gonna go back inside and grab my umbrella."

"But we're driving," Jessica Reyes insists, stopping in front of Vince's car.

"The car won't teleport us inside when we park it, Jess."

She rolls her eyes. "Whatever. Go and get your umbrella. But hurry up, I told my mom I'd be home to watch Phillip and Hunter tonight."

"I'll be quick," Vince insists. He hurries back to the front door.



"Stop," Michael snaps. He holds out an arm to keep Sean behind him. "Someone's at the door."

Michael feels his heart pounding as he hears the doorknob turning. And without even shining his flashlight into the foyer, he can tell that it's Vince. And he knows that he has some explaining to do...

She catches sight of her reflection in the mirror. A push-up bra and unbuttoned silk gown make her feel sexy, not like she's spent most of the day cleaning up food stains her son left in the carpet.

Melissa hears the front door unlock downstairs. She quickly turns on the CD player next to the bed. A Corinne Bailey Rae song plays as she sits at the head of bed and presses her back against the headboard.

"Here's to a wonderful night," Melissa whispers, smiling as the doorknob to the bedroom opens. "Oh God!"

It is not Robert at the door...it's his son, and her step-son, Alec.

"Alec!" Melissa cries. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see my son," Alec says. "What's all this shit?"

Melissa grabs the nearest pillow and uses it to cover herself. "Alec. Get out. Jessica filed a restraining order against you."

"I came to see my son, why are you being such a bitch?" Alec demands.


HANLEY HOME

"Yo, can you and Riley quit lurking around the mansion?" Eric Hanley asks, staring directly into the light shining in his face.

"Riley?" Michael asks, unsure as to whether or not Eric is joking. Can he see Sean?

"Yeah, I'm not stupid," Eric says. "I can see Othello there are the top of the stairs, blending into the night. Man, how do you have sex with the lights out?"

Michael frowns. "That's enough, Eric. What are you doing?"

"On my way out," Eric says. "I found this hot piece on Craigslist that I'm gonna go and pound the hell out of."

Eric mockingly salutes his father and turns to exit the mansion. Once he's gone, Michael shines the flashlight at Sean.

"That was close," Michael says.

"He's irritating," Sean responds.

Michael nods. "That he certainly is. He gets it from his mother."



Eric steps outside the mansion and runs into Vince, nearly knocking him over. Eric catches his balance and takes Vince by the arm. "Thanks, pretty."

Vince pushes Eric away. "Get off me."

"It's raining, you two shouldn't be playing out," Eric says, glancing at Jessica.

"We're going to get an umbrella," Jessica says, joining Vince at the door.

"This is so interesting. Your husband starts beating you, so you hook up with Vince." Eric smiles and folds his arms. He ignores the rain that drips down his face. "You're becoming more and more like my father every day. No wonder you fit in so well."

"Excuse me?" Vince demands.

"My father, he cheated on my mother," Eric says. "When I found out, that's why he shipped me off to boarding school."

Vince rolls his eyes. "Is this Taxicab Confessional? I don't care about your screwed up childhood."

"You know, I don't think I ever got enough love from my father," Eric says. "It's why I'm so...drawn to men. Strong men. Like you."

Before Vince can react, Eric grabs him and kisses him. Jessica stares in shock, unsure whether to be horrified or burst into laughter.


EMERALD HEART

"That was excellent," Gabrielle says. "I should get going."

"Why so soon?" Robert asks. He rolls onto his back. "Can't we go a third time, like usual?"

"Can't," Gabrielle answers. "Blackout sex is caliente. Really. But I've got work to do."

"With the power out?"

Gabrielle sits up as shrugs. "I don't like computers anyway."

"Fine," Robert says. "I should probably get home. I think my wife's planning a romantic evening."

Gabrielle smirks. "I hope you can keep it up."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence."

"I'll always be in your corner," Gabrielle says. "As long as you keep up your end of our bargain."

"Of course," Robert says. "Just let me find my checkbook."

"Oh, don't worry about it this time. Just...you know, whenever you get the chance, make a check out to Versace." Gabrielle picks up her cell phone and checks her messages. "Oh shit. You know what...I think I will have that third go-round."



"Robert," the man outside the window hisses softly. "You're being an awfully naughty boy, aren't you?"

He wears an immaculate white suit, similar to the one he wore weeks ago while watching Melissa from outside her house. Now, he has set his sights on Robert. But much more than his eyesight...

"Turn to the left so I can get your good angle." He aims a camera at the window to Robert and Gabrielle's room, catching their images with a combination of the moon's light and the candles flickering in the room. "We want Melissa to be able to see who's staring in this film."


MARQUETTE COVE MEMORIAL HOSPITAL

Once she's gone, Chris snatches the folder he was forced to hide when she approached him. He tucks the folder underneath his arm and goes to toward the nearby stairwell.

Once he enters the stairwell, someone reaches out and grabs the folder from him.

"What the hell?" Chris spins around and sees Jack Atlas with the folder I his hands. "Jack. I should have known."

"Going somewhere?" Jack asks.

"I don't have time for this," Chris says. "What do you want?"

"My life is over. And it's all because of you," Jack insists.

"He's right," Damon Johnson agrees, appearing next to Jack. "You sort of did ruin his life."

"Shut up already, you dead carcass," Chris snaps.

"Huh?" Jack asks. "Are you threatening me?"

Chris tries to snatch back the folder. "Give that folder back to me, it's none of your concern! Give it back!"

"Are you kidding me?" Damon laughs. "Take the folder back from him. You have to deliver it to Quentin Blood. And it's taken you long enough to have those damn tests run as it is. I mean, how long have you been working at this hospital?"

"Shut up! I can't just run a test on every single woman in Marquette Cove to find Quentin's long-lost daughter," Chris says hurriedly. "It takes time."

"Daughter?" Jack demands. "Who are you talking to?"

"I...I..." Chris can't get words to come out.

Damon sighs. "Do I have to do everything?" He grabs Jack by the shoulders and shoves him forward.

Jack tumbles down the stairs...hard. Chris winces at the sickening crunch sound of Jack's neck snapping as his body lands at the foot of the steps.

"Oh God," Chris gasps. "What did you just do?"

Damon ignores Chris and slowly descends the stairwell. He runs his fingertips along the railing until he reaches Jack's dead body. Damon bends over and picks up the fallen folder. He thrusts it in Chris' direction.

Damon grins widely. "I believe this is yours?"


HANLEY HOME

Eric falls against the front door the mansion, unable to control his laughter. Jessica stifles her own laugh. Vince is none too pleased, however.

"What's the matter, little bro?" Eric asks. "Didn't like the man-on-man kiss?"

"You're disgusting," Vince says.

"But you know something? I could have sworn you slipped me the tongue when I —"

Vince swings and punches Eric in the face. His fist connects with Eric's nose and draws blood. Eric wipes the blood from his nose and licks at his hand.

"Damn. That's kinda hot."

"Forget the damn umbrella," Vince tells Jessica. "We're leaving."

Jessica touches Vince's arm to calm him down. "Vince, it's not that big a deal, let's just —"

"I said forget about the fucking umbrella!" Vince snaps.

Jessica remains silent. Eric chuckles softly to himself. "Boy, you really know how to pick 'em, don't you, Jess?"

"You leave her out of this. And you stay the hell away from me," Vince threatens.

"We live together, don't we?" Eric reminds him. "And last time I checked, this isn't your house."

Vince takes Jessica by the hand and squeezes it gently. "Let's get out of here, Jess."



Sean follows Michael into the brightly lit laboratory, where Dr. Victor Collins stands holding a syringe. Sean grabs Michael's arm. "What's that for?"

"You don't want to be conscious during this," Victor says. "Trust me."

Sean stoically goes to the operation table next to Victor. He sits on the edge and allows Victor to inject him with the syringe. As the sedative takes over Sean's body, he slides back on the table and lies back. He closes his eyes and surrenders himself to the darkness.

"This is all rather unusual," Victor says. "He came back."

"Yes, he did," Michael answers. "As if there were any doubt that I'm a better father to those children than Sean will ever be."

He stares at Sean's unconscious body. Hatred fills Michael's gaze.

"You're worthless," Michael whispers into Sean's ear. "You never deserved the life you had. The loving, caring wife that you had. My father's love. He gave you his fortune and left me nothing!"

Michael leans back and goes to the door.

"I'll go ahead and get started," Victor says. "This will take a while."

"I know," Michael says, reaching for the doorknob. "Just make sure you wipe out everything. And make it hurt."


BALE HOME

"Are these...are these divorce papers?" Alec asks, a wild look in his eyes. "You really know how to set the mood for fucking, don't you?"

Melissa stands and goes to the door. She holds out a hand for Alec to keep his distance. "You weren't supposed to see those."

Alec throws the papers to the ground and grabs Melissa's arm. "Is she divorcing me? Jess is all I have, Melissa! Her and Phillip! And all everyone wants to do is keep them away from me!"

"Did you hit her, Alec?" Melissa asks. "Tell me the truth, and maybe I'll be inclined to help you."

Alec bites his lip. "No. I didn't."

"You're lying," Melissa says, pulling her arm away from Alec. "Leave or I'm calling the police."

Alec grabs Melissa around the neck and slams her into the wall. "You're not calling anyone until I see my son!"

"Alec, stop it..." Melissa gasps, struggling to breathe. "Please!"

She stares into Alec's dark, glassy eyes. It's as if she doesn't even recognize the person she's staring at. Melissa swipes at Alec, but he doesn't react. When she starts to run out of air, Melissa knees Alec in the groin.

He cries out and releases his grump, slumping over in pain. Melissa goes to the dresser next to her bed. She hurriedly pulls it open and grabs the handgun buried underneath a stack of receipts.

Melissa turns and aims the gun at Alec. "Alec, get the hell out of here!"

"Just do it!" Alec cries. He drops to his knees. "Go ahead and shoot me, Melissa. Just do it."

"Alec, I just wanted you to..."

"Please, shoot me! I don't want to live! I don't even want to be alive anymore."

Melissa drops the gun and goes to Alec's side. She embraces him as he breaks into tears. She wants to speak, but she has no idea what to say. So instead, she simply continues to hold Alec.

As she does, her cell phone on the edge of the desk vibrates. If she were to answer the phone, she would hear the raspy voice of a man who'd been following her life very intently. A man who was moments earlier, watching her husband have sex with his mistress.

Her phone goes to voicemail. And the man only has one message for her. "Melissa, I know who your missing child is...and they've been living in Marquette Cove their entire life."