Sonny and Miranda's Room, Plaza Hotel: Sonny(carefully climbs out of bed so as not to wake a sleeping Miranda, then walks over to the closet and stares at the chair as he heads into the bathroom. He goes over to the sink, turns on the taps, splashes water in his face and looks in the mirror)I don't care what Miranda said. Someone pushed me into that closet and trapped me inside. No way did that chair accidentally fall against the door.(he reflection begins to talk back to him) Reflection:You're right. It was no accident. Someone did trap you inside the closet. Sonny:Yes, it was Deke. Reflection:No, Miranda's right. Deke's dead. It wasn't Deke. It was Jax pretending to be Deke Sonny:Jax? Reflection:Yes, remember how Jax got Carly to trick you into thinking she was Miranda? Jax is just doing the same thing, again. Only he's making you think he's Deke, this time. he must have found out you were hospitalized while you were away from Port Charles. Sonny:That bastard. He's trying to make Miranda think I'm crazy. Reflection:And he's succeeding. If you don't do something about him, they're going to hospitalize you again. You remember what that was like, don't you, Sonny? You remember how it felt to be strapped down to a bed, don't you? Sonny:I won't let that happen. I'll kill myself before I let them put me back into the hospital, again. Reflection:If you want to stop it from happening, you've got to do something about Jax. Things wouldn't have gone this far if you'd taken care of him after than stunt he pulled on you when he tricked you into thinking Miranda had slept with him. Sonny:I couldn't do anything to him because he knew I slept with Brenda and he would have told Miranda. Reflection:But you're not going to let that stop you, this time, are you? Sonny:No, Candyboy's crossed the line and this time he's going to pay for it. V's Hotel Room, Plaza Hotel: Jax(wraps his arms around V and nuzzles her neck)Morning, V. V:(purrs)Good morning, Mr. Jacks. Jax:(laughs)So it's still Mr. Jacks, is it? V:(smiles)Well, since you don't like being called Jasper. And since Jax sounds to me like a cat coughing up a hair ball. I think I'll continue to call you Mr. Jacks. By the way, Mr. Jacks, last night was incredible. Jax:(grows serious)Why didn't you tell me the V should have stood for virgin? V:I didn't disappoint you, did I? Jax(nibbles on her earlobe)No, you were fantastic. You know, this is only the second time I've made love to a virgin. Mirander was my first. It was different. V:Different how? Different good or different bad? Jax:Different good, definitely. There must be something bred into the male psyche, but I feel like since I'm the first mad to ever make love to you, you somehow belong to me, now. I remember I felt the same way about Mirander at the time. V:So where do we go from here? Was this a one time thing or will we continue it from here? Jax:Actually, I thought we'd get married. V:Married! Mr. Jacks, are you serious. Jax:Completely. Let's hop on my plane and fly down to Vegas. We can be married by nightfall. What do you say, V? V:But, Mr. Jacks, I haven't told you I love you and you haven't told me you love me, yet. Jax:That can come later. When I see something I want, I grab it. Come on, V, say yes. V:(throws herself into his arms)All right, Mr. Jacks. Yes, I'll marry you. General Hospital: Bobbie:I don't know why you insisted we rush back to Port Charles so the doctors here could examine me. We should be on our way to the Orient. If the doctor in New York said I'm fine, then I'm fine. Stefan:Are you still feeling tired? Bobbie:Yes. Stefan:Then you're not fine. If you were fine, you wouldn't have fainted. Bobbie:What if the doctor's here can't find anything wrong with me, either? Stefan:Then I'll accept there's nothing wrong with you and we'll go on our honeymoon as planned. Sonny and Miranda's Room, Plaza Hotel: Sonny(tickles a sleeping Miranda's nose with a rose)It's time to wake-up, sweetheart. Miranda:(sits up and yawns)Sonny, what are you doing up and dressed? Sonny:(smiles as he places a breakfast tray on her lap)I ordered all your favorites from room service.(he kisses her)And I want you to eat it all up. Remember, you're eating for two now. Miranda:(as she butters her toast)How long have you been up? Sonny:(smiles)Oh, for hours. I packed up all our clothes. I left out an outfit for you to wear home. Have you ever heard of Frisco Jones? Miranda:Yes, why? Sonny:He's going to be headling at the club.(he laughs)Only I haven't told Luke yet. You know I really can't wait to get back to Port Charles. I want to tell Luke my plan for the club. I know he's going to think it's brilliant. You know we really need to start planning the nursery. Which do you prefer? Wallpaper or paint. I've got to go out and get some swatches and samples when we get home. Are you far enough along so we can get a ultrasound. That way we can find out if it's a boy or a girl and plan accordingly, don't you think. There's no sense in decorating the nursery yellow, when we can do it in either pink or blue. Miranda:Sonny, are you all right? Sonny:Of course. Why do you ask? Miranda:I mean about last night. About being trapped in the closet. Sonny:Oh, that. It was nothing. Miranda:It didn't seem that way at the time. Do you still think Deke locked you in the closet? Sonny(laughs)Of course not. Deke's dead. He's been dead for years. Miranda:Then you understand what happened with the closet. Sonny:I understand completely. If your finished with breakfast, you really should be getting in the shower and getting dressed. We have a flight to catch. Miranda:Yes, sir.(she puts aside the breakfast tray and gets up)You will be here when I come out of the bathroom, won't you? You won't suddenly decide to go jogging again? Sonny(smiles)I'll be right here.(he picks up his note pad)I want to fine tune my plans for the club.(after she closes the bathroom door behind her, his attention is attracted to a knife laying on the breakfast tray. He picks it up and begins to gaze at it in a trancelike stare)Oh, yes, Miranda, I understand exactly what happened to me last night, and I know exactly what to do about it.(still staring at the knife, he gets up off the bed and goes over to his suitcase, opens it up, slips the knife inside, closes it back up and goes to sit back on the bed where he resumes writing in his notepad as if nothing happened) Tony's Office, General Hospital: Stefan:Well, Dr. Jones, you've heard the symptoms. Do you have any idea what could be wrong with Barbara? Tony:Well, first we need to determine if the source of the tiredness is mental or physical. It could be anything from Chronic Fatigue Syndrome to a mental reaction from the kidnapping. Bobbie:What if it isn't a physical cause? Tony:Then you might have to consider seeing a psychiatrist. Luke's Club: Luke:Jason told me Sonny got himself locked in the closet in New York and freaked. How's he doing, today? Miranda:Pretty good, actually. He was completely rational. He knew it was an accident he got trapped in the closet. he's still suffering from the mania, but I think it's more hypomania, this time. Luke:Hypo what? Miranda:Hypomania. It's a mild form of mania that doesn't impair Sonny's ability to function normally. Luke:Well, that sounds good, I guess. Miranda:Compared to last time, yes, it is. At least he won't have to be hospitalized, this time. Sonny's Bedroom, Wyndemere: Sonny(removes the knife from his suitcase and heads to Jax's room. He walks in without knocking and looks around)Jaxy? Come out, come out, where ever you are. I've got a little surprise for you.(he begins to search the room for his prey) Mrs. Lansbury(enters)Mr. Corinthos, what are you doing in here. Sonny:(hides the knife behind his back and smiles)Mrs. Lansbury. I was just looking for Jax. There's something I want to give him. Mrs. Lansbury:I'm sorry, Mr. Corinthos. I guess you don't know. Mr. Jacks called and said he and Miss Natasha would be away for a few days. Sonny:Oh, that's really too bad. I guess I'll just have to wait until Jax returns to give it to him. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com