Episode
5.01
The rosy
pink walls of the waiting room reminded Adel of a dress she had when she was
sixteen years old. It was the dress she wore the night she gave herself to him,
the night that she conceived the child she gave away. Now she was surrounded by
that exact same color as a child she had adopted lay in a room down the hall,
sick.
Preston
Layden studied Adel, he could tell she cared for his daughter and that she was
going to put up one hell of a fight to keep her. Isabella was all he had left
of Kathryn, even though now he wondered if she had ever loved him, he wasn’t
going to loose his child.
Monique the
nanny chewed on her thumbnail, worried about this child that had just had the
flu. Perhaps it was worse then the flu, and now they were finding that out.
The doctor
came in, his white lab coat snug against his body as he looked over the test
results, “Has anyone given Isabella aspirin lately?”
“No of course not.” Adel responded as Monique raised her hand. “Monique?”
“When she
had the flu, we were out of the other medications.”
“That fits
then, I’m sorry Mrs. Davis, but your daughter has Reyes Syndrome.”
“What is
that?”
“It affects
young children. It causes drowsiness, confusion, at
times it can even cause seizures and even put her in a coma.”
“She’ll be
alright, right?”
The doctor
sighed, “We’re waiting on some test results but so far everything looks good.”
“Daddy?”
Cassie called out as she and the boys entered the house. Everything was silent.
She knew that Ariel had taken Hardy out, which was good. This meant she could
tell her father this, without waking her baby brother.
Larry
Williams came down the stairs and looked at Eric and Dan, unsure why these
young men were with his daughter, “Cassie, Eric, whose
the friend?”
“Dan
Adams.” Dan stuck his hand out and Larry shook it.
“Um Daddy,
I have to tell you something.” Cassie twisted her fingers together and looked
at the floor.
Larry
looked to Eric and Dan, “What’s going on?”
“Mr.
Williams, someone has been sending her some abnormal notes.” Dan explained,
“Cassie wants your permission to hire me to help find out who wrote them, and
protect her because she doesn’t want to give up her pageants.”
“Cass, why
didn’t you tell me before?”
She sighed
looking up at her father, “I didn’t want to admit it was happening. But after
the last one, I told Eric, and he introduced me to Mr. Adams.”
“What is it
exactly that you do?” Larry leaned against the frame of the banister and
studied the man his daughter was trusting with her life.
“I’m a
former cop with the Pinõn Hallow Department. I’m currently a Private
Investigator, I promise you sir that I will keep your daughter safe.”
“Cassie,
are you sure you want to go through with this season?”
She nodded,
“For Maggie. I have to Daddy, for her and for myself. So I can feel semi-normal
again.”
“I guess I
have to trust you with my little girl.” Larry looked at Dan, “If something bad
does happen to you, I’m gonna come after you after
the person that hurt her. Understood?”
Dan nodded,
“Yes, it is sir.”
Ethan’s
House
John Adams
opened the front door of the home his daughter shared with her husband. He knew
she wasn’t back yet, cause he knew that as soon as he
saw her, he’d shake some sense into her.
Ethan came
down the stairs, locking eyes with his father-in-law, “I’m so sorry John.”
“You are?”
John’s gaze followed Ethan as he walked to the fire place and picked up a card.
“Abby must
have found it and left before I could give her an explanation.” Ethan leaned
against the rock wall. “I love your daughter John, but its
becoming clearer and clearer that I’m not enough for her.”
“What are
you talking about?” John hated having to play dumb, but navigating the
situation seemed to call for it at this moment.
Ethan
rubbed his eyes, “I think Abby is in love with my cousin,
John’s eyes
grew wide, “I understand, but what you left a note telling her you were leaving
and she found it before you left?”
“I think so, I keep hoping she comes back.” Ethan put the note back
down on the coffee table, “How did I screw this up so badly?”
“You didn’t
do this Ethan. Sometimes love isn’t as obvious as we expect or want it to be.”
“How have
you and
John smiled
as he thought of his wife, “That’s what makes us work. If we were exactly
alike, we’d have murdered each other and never had the kids.”
“Do you
think Abby and I can make this work?”
“How
serious were you about leaving?”
“You’re
right, you really are right.” Ethan sighed and returned the note to the mantle.
Highway
Sally Payne
kicked the side of her tire as she flopped her body
against the side of her car. This was the last thing she needed tonight. Why
did her tire pick tonight to go flat? Who was she kidding, it didn’t pick the
time it just happened.
“Need
help?” Carsyn Raleigh stood several feet away from the car, the headlights from
his shining on the two of them.
“Yeah, my
cell phone is dead and my tire is flat.” Sally’s hand went into the pocket of
her jacket and clung to the bottle of pepper spray.
“Got a
spare?”
“Nope, well
I do but I took it out when I had to go get a new pump for my station at work
and I just hadn’t put it back yet.”
“Pump, what
do you do, glass art?”
“Close, I’m
a manicurist.”
“Doctor.”
Carsyn went over to his car and took out his cell phone, “I’ll call triple A.
You’ll be ready to go in no time at all.”
“Thanks
that’s very kind of you.”
“Carsyn,
Carsyn Raleigh.” He stuck his hand out.
Sally took
it and gave it a quick shake, “Sally Payne.”
“Hi, this
is Dr. Raleigh, I’m with a friend and her front tire went flat. Thing is she
doesn’t have a spare. We’re just outside of town on
“Thank you
very much.”
Caspian
Vineyard
Siobhan
looked at the large house, amazed having never seen it in such amazing shape.
Even during Conner and Maggie’s wedding it still had that abandoned feel to it.
Now, it glowed against the dark dusk sky.
She took
slow tentative steps up to the door before reaching for the large knocker. She
felt like she was being taken back at least a hundred years into the past.
As it hit
with a clang, Elijah opened the door. He couldn’t help but smile as he looked
at Siobhan, the mixture of sunset and moonlight reflecting on her dark hair.
He’d seen this once before, on the island. Now, she was a vision on his
doorstep. He leaned against the doorframe as he’d seen in the old American
movies. “Good evening Detective, is there something I could help you with?”
“I’d like
to discuss something with you. May I come in?”
Elijah
pushed the door open allowing plenty of room for her to enter. “But of course.”
Siobhan
stepped in and looked around, everything was much more put together then it had
been during the summer.
“So what is
it you’d like to discuss Siobhan?” Elijah pushed the door closed, and it
revealed the old creak of the house.
“Us, this
avoiding thing we do. Only to be drawn into each others worlds at very random
times.”
Elijah
chuckled, “You really think its random, that’s so
adorable Siobhan. I’ve been giving you time. I didn’t want to push you, I didn’t want you to feel like you were forced into
something. I wanted you to come to me, when you were ready.”
She pushed
her dark hair behind her ear and cocked her head to the side, “Do you honestly
think we have a chance at something real Elijah?”
“Yes, I do
Siobhan. I’m not running away from you. I’m open to you.” He sighed for a
moment, “When we met on the island I knew then, you were my future. I knew that
if it was meant to be, I’d see you again. And look I came to Pinõn Hallow and
you were here. You never told me where you were from, and yet I sensed you were
here. This one night I was down at the old gate house and I could’ve sworn you
were there or had just been there.”
“I had
been. This place, was my favorite spot to come and
think since high school. When I found out it had been bought, I had to say
goodbye. The gatehouse, that was the place I dreamed
of the man of my dreams.” She rubbed her temples. “I’m sorry,
I just can’t do this right now.”
Elijah
watched her for a moment, before realizing she had just walked out on him
again. “Siobhan, please don’t be so stubborn.” He said to the paintings and
mirrors around him, “Give us a chance, give me a chance, and give yourself a chance.”
Abby
nervously opened the front door of her parent’s house, her suitcase in hand.
She couldn’t believe how stupid she had been to go to
Lydia Adams
held her coffee cup close to her as she stood in the doorway of the kitchen,
waiting for Abby to say something. “You’re father is at you’re house. Trying to smooth things over with Ethan.”
Abby put
the bag down and studied her mother for a moment before speaking, “Mom, what
did you want from me? Or rather who did you want me to be with? The second you
found out Ethan and I were dating you pushed me towards it. Especially with all that respectability thing about being the wife of our
minister. But the moment a flirtation developed between myself
and Mr. Davis appeared you were all over that. Think of the
power Abigail; think of what you can do as Mrs. Davis.” She unclenched her hands and took a deep
breath, “I’m not blaming you, I’m blaming myself for
listening to you. After the kidnapping, Ethan was the safe choice. You even
said so. So of course I listened to you. I denied my heart. Over
and over, and over again!”
“Abigail stop this nonsense!”
“No!” Abby
lifted her hand, palm facing her mother to keep her distance. “I’ve screwed up
my life. I married a man I wasn’t sure I was fully in love with, and then I
slept with his cousin, the one man I was sure I fully loved. I tried to keep
The front
door opened and John walked in with Ethan right behind him. Both men stopped
when they saw Abby in tears.
Abby looked
at her father and then at her husband, “Its over Ethan, it was over a very long
time ago.”
Brighton
Simpson smiled as he climbed into the Limousine, with Sean McKay right behind
him. The warm
“Where are
we going?” Sean asked as he looked at his partner in crime, part of him itching
to get away from
Sean sighed leaning against the back of the seat as they drove
for a few more minutes before coming up to a nice, large house.
The car stopped,
and the driver let the men out.
The Spanish
style door opened and a man came out. He wore Khakis colored pants, and a white
linen shirt. His skin was that Mediterranean dark that you knew Ryan Seacrest was always attempting to reach. His feet were
bare, his hair short and dark, almost as dark as his eyes. For a moment, he
mesmerized even Sean.
He turned
to Sean and smiled, “I’m Derek Manning, welcome. I hope you feel at home while
you stay with us Sean.”
“You know
my name?” Whatever hold Derek had over
“Of course,
Sean
laughed, “I’m a much better man then him.”
“Yes you
are.”
“Let’s get
you settled in.” Derek suggested as they went into the house.
Fish tank,
PHC Library
The Fish
tank was filled with students furiously typing papers for their midterms,
everyone trying to get ready for spring break. Amanda Bryan leaned back in the
flimsy desk chair and cracked her fingers one at a time in a circular motion as
she re-read the last few paragraphs she had written.
Jack
Forrest looked up from the terminal, and watched his ex-girlfriend for a
moment. His insides were twisted, he felt like an idiot. But she said she
wanted to end things, and he let her.
He looked
back at his screen, realizing that nothing made sense that he had just typed.
He looked back at Amanda who was bringing up her web browser. He could see
exactly what site she was going to.
Jack
himself brought myspace up, quickly logging on and
searching through his friends list for Amanda. He couldn’t help but smile that
she was still listed. He quickly clicked her and went to her page. Anything but standard issue for her as he was greeted with the baby
blue background, and special graphics.
Amanda
clicked back to her homepage on myspace and saw the
new comment notification.
Jack In The Box: Hey, I miss hanging out with you. Let’s have
dinner at five in the cafeteria. Just you and me.
Amanda
sighed before looking around the room for the clock, but her eyes settling on
Jack. She licked her lips and studied her finger nails for a moment before
turning back to her computer.
Jack
watched her for a moment before going back to his main page and seeing the new
comments.
MandyDo:
Let me have my time, I need it. You need it. More is going on then you know.
Jack sighed
and closed out his browser before logging off the computer.
Conner’s
Apartment
“Something
about this locket is just creepy.”
“Not creepy,
just not normal. I feel like I’ve seen it before.”
“Maybe it
was your mother’s, her picture is in it.”
Lysa turned
and looked at her friend, “If it is, then its
cursed.”’
“What do
you mean?” he picked up her blue Care Bear and started to make it dance on his
stomach.
“Hold on.”
She looked back at the screen as the search engine brought up the results. She
clicked the first one, and was greeted with a sketch of the locket—identical to
the one sitting next to her on her desk. “This is the Lady Agatha Locket.”
“I’m still
not getting the big deal.”
“I don’t
know the whole story.
“
“My
Step-Father, my Mother was this rare jewelry expert. This locket was her last
item.”
“I don’t
get where the curse comes in.”
“Lady
Agatha was the mistress of a prince or duke or something, his wife cursed the
item.”
“What makes
you so sure?”
“This.”
She sat
there stunned, “Why’d you do that?”
“Cause I
wanted to.”
Lysa leaned
back in her chair, “I guess your right.”
Metro
Magazine
“You know,
you spend way too much time in this office.” Chad Davis stood at the door of
Bianca Francis’ office.
She looked
up, pushing her reading glasses up on her nose, “I have a magazine to put out.”
“True, but
you pay people to help you. You can’t do it all your own. Trust me, I know.”
“Angel’s?
It depends. Personally I think its our loved ones
coming back to help us get to where we’re suppose to be. Why?” Bianca put her
red wax pencil down and studied
“You know I
don’t know why I asked. Probably just this little gal.”
He placed it back down, “I did have a motive for coming here.”
“What’s
going on
“Last night
was just, weird. I was asleep, got a text message from my aunt. Turns out my
ex-girlfriend left her husband. Then she called me, and I told her to go back
to
“What book
was it? Maybe it has a meaning.”
“It
couldn’t. It was just a biography on Lady Agatha of
Bianca
nodded, “Never heard of her. Probably just the building
settling or something.”
“Yeah
that’s probably all it was.”