FORDHAM BAY AIRPORT

"I'll take the red one," Vincent Moore says, grabbing a Gatorade as he purchases a last minute drink to take with him onto the Hanley Private Jet. He turns around to face his sister Akilah and her best friend, Julia Mitchell. "You two ready?"

"Yeah, let's get this show on the road," Julia says, donning a large pair of shades. "Summer vacation here we come!"

"Guys, this isn't a vacation," Vince says. "We're going to South Africa to help Sara and find Kelli. That's it."

"Right...but we still get to go on a safari, right?"

She glances in Akilah's direction for moral support.

"Huh?" Akilah says, noticing Julia staring at her. "What'd I do?"

"Are you high?" Vince says. "You haven't said a word. And that's like, a never."

Akilah shrugs. "Sorry."

"Let's get going," Vince says. "I told Michael to keep our mother from finding out what we're doing. I don't need her and everyone else's parents getting all crazy over what might be nothing."

Vince leads the way outside to the tarmac, both girls following him. As they approach the jet, Vince stops when he notices someone familiar boarding only a few feet away from them.

"What the hell is he doing here?" Vince says, rushing toward the plane.

"Who's he talking about?" Akilah says, not having noticed the other person. She and Julia follow Vince onto the plane where her question is soon answered by finding Alec Bale peering out one of the windows.

"Hey guys," Alec says.

Vince stomps over to Alec, accosting him. "Don't 'hey guys' me! What are you doing here? And I'd strongly suggest you come up with an answer in the time it takes for security to throw your ass out."

HANLEY HOME

Leslie Hanley knocks on the door to Sean Moore's room and enters carrying a tray of food. However, he's not in the bed where she last left him. She sighs and crosses to the bed, setting the tray down on the dresser.

The tray bumps into picture frame that has been turned over. She picks it up, finding a photograph of herself, Sean, and their two children. Back when everything was perfect.

She gently reaches for her stomach, as if to feel her unborn child kicking. It's far too early for her to feel anything, she's less than three months along. Leslie perceives it as a blessing in disguise. She hasn't told Michael about the pregnancy yet, it a conversation she's not ready to have.

Especially not with Sean living with in the mansion. There are too many feelings being dredged up from her past now. Far too many for Leslie to even contemplate having a future with a man who isn't Sean.

"Leslie?"

Upon hearing Sean's voice in the doorway, Leslie quickly sets the picture frame back on the dresser and turns around. "Sean. Where were you?"

"I went for a walk outside," Sean says.

Leslie nods. "Oh. Well, I brought you something to eat."

"Did you mix lemonade with the orange juice like you used to do when I was sick?"

"Yes, I did," Leslie says, smiling. "Just like that time you...wait, what did you just say?"

Sean frowns. "I just...I don't remember."

"That wasn't one of Elizabeth's memories. That was one of Sean's. That was one of ours." Leslie reaches out to touch Sean. Surprisingly, he doesn't immediately pull away. "Are you...are you starting to remember things?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Sean says, snapping. "Get out."

"But Sean, if you can —"

"My name is Elizabeth! Not Sean! When the hell are you people going to start realizing that?"

"I'm sorry," Leslie says, storming out of the room as she struggles not to cry. "I'm just...I'm sorry."



DARREN REYNOLDS' APARTMENT

Michael Hanley is at the hallway as Darren Reynolds opens the front door, surprised to see him. At first, Darren says nothing. He tries formulating words, but nothing will come out. Michael finally speaks first.

"Are you going to invite me in?"

"Oh, yeah," Darren says. "Of course."

He steps back to allow Michael entry into the apartment.

"But um, if you don't mind me asking...what are you doing here?"

"Mind? It seems like an obvious question," Michael says. "With an even more obvious answer. I heard that you recently terminated your position at Bale & Maddock."

Darren shrugs. "News travels fast. You here to hire me?"

"God no," Michael says. "The last thing I want is a Bale working at Hanley Enterprises."

"Felicia works there."

"She's fortunately been cured of that ailment," Michael says. "But no, I've come to ask another favor. Your uncle...Robert. He's become a liability to Felicia's well-being, as well as my nephew Alec's."

"A liability?"

"Alec paid me a visit today," Michael continues. "He enlisted my help in...taking care of Robert. And I'm here to seek your services. You worked for the man. You know him better than anyone else I could have on my team."

"So you are looking to hire me?"

"I like getting what I want," Michael says.

Darren remains unresponsive. After a few moments, he sighs and takes a step back. "I wasn't sure what to do with this...Robert's an asshole, but he's still my uncle. Even after hearing about what he did to Alec, I...well, maybe I don't have to be the one to fire the gun."

He goes to his room and returns with a folder. He hands it off to Michael. Michael opens the folder, finding photocopies of the documents that he found in Robert's office before he quit.

"What is this?" Michael demands. "My father's will?"

"It's a silver bullet," Darren says.



FORDHAM BAY AIRPORT

"I'm not going anywhere," Alec insists. "Sara is my cousin. And I'm going to help her any way I can."

Vince continues to stare down Alec, making Julia and Akilah equally uncomfortable.

"Maybe Alec has a point," Akilah says.

"Can we not have interjections from the people who used to date Alec?" Vince snaps.

"Vince, you need to calm down," Julia says, taking his arm. "So what if he comes?"

"He beat Jessica!" Vince cries. "Does no one care about this except for me?"

"I didn't...I didn't beat Jessica," Alec insists.

Vince rolls his eyes. "So you're just going to stand there and lie to everyone?"

Alec defiantly steps forward. "Does your mom know where you're going? Maybe I should give her a call."

Vince scoffs. "Of course she knows."

"I can tell when you're lying," Alec says, shaking his head. "So unless you want me to call Leslie Hanley and tell her all about your trip to South Africa, I'm coming with you."



Matt Holden slips onto the cargo hold of the Hanley jet without being seen. Overhearing Michael talk about lending the jet to Vince was the best thing he'd heard all week. Getting out of town is just what he needs.

And if it will put him in a closer proximity to Akilah, then he's all for it. Of course, he hasn't exactly thought through explaining why he's all of a sudden in South Africa with Akilah, but Matt's never been one to worry about how to cross a bridge before he reaches it.

"Matt? What the hell are you doing here?"

Startled, Matt spins around to find Chris Server hiding behind a crate. "Chris? I'm...none of your business! Why are you lurking?"

"I just wanted to get out of town for a while," Chris says.

"Like I'm buying that."

"I'm not selling anything."

"If I weren't busy hiding from the angry mob of Vince, then I'd tell everyone you're down here."

Chris rolls his eyes. "Ditto."



ST. THOMAS CHURCH

Joel Kincaid enters the former office of Father Thomas Grady, gun drawn. He knows that Jamie was at the church before their phone call went dead, and he knows that he heard signs of a struggle. If Jamie is in trouble, then Joel needs to find him. Sooner, rather than later.

"Jamie?" Joel calls out. "Jamie? Are you there?"

Hearing muffled cries, Joel moves toward the large armoire in the office. He keeps his finger on the gun's trigger, prepared for the worst. He pulls open the door to the armoire and jumps back in surprise as Jamie's body topples out.

Jamie lies on the floor, his face pale as a ghost. Joel drops to his knees, checking for a pulse. But there is none. Jamie's dead.

"Oh my God," Joel gasps. "Who the hell did this to you?"

Joel's attention is drawn to the large wound on Jamie's neck. There seems to be two strange markings and a trail of blood trickling down his back. Before Joel can inspect them any further, he hears footsteps echoing on the church's floorboards.

Joel sits up, raising his gun at the man entering the office.

"I can't believe it," Joel says. "You're supposed...you're supposed to be dead."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Detective," Quentin Blood says, grinning widely. "Former."

Joel rises to his feet. "Did you kill him? Did you kill Jamie, you sick son of a bitch?"

"Although, you're not wrong," Quentin says. "I am dead. In fact, I've been dead for quite some time."

"What? Don't come any closer."

Quentin advances, ignoring Joel's command. "I am as old as this town, Joel. Older than you can imagine."

"Deader than you can imagine," Joel spits, firing his gun.

He puts several bullets into Quentin, sending him sailing to the floor. Joel lowers his gun and takes a deep breath. He glances back at Jamie's body, then returns to where Quentin is...or rather, was. His body is gone.

"Quentin! Where the hell did you —"

"Nice try, Detective," Quentin says, his voice now coming from behind Joel. He grabs Joel's hand, keeping him from firing his gun again. Before Joel can react, Quentin opens his mouth wide, baring a set of sharp, pearly white fangs. "Nice try, indeed."

He sinks his fangs into Joel's neck, causing his victim to cry out in pain. And then he drinks the blood flowing from Joel...continues drinking until his prey is dead.