It had been two days. Two days since she�d arrived in London after that really strange flight. She�d long decided that she must have been dreaming about Courtney. That in itself was a puzzle to her. She�d had maybe three conversations with Courtney when she was in Port Charles, and other than the fact that Jason was involved with her . . . Courtney didn�t mean squat to her. Why would she be dreaming about talking to her on the plane? Now, if she�d imagined Jason sitting there . . . or even Sonny . . . that would make more sense to her. But Courtney? Forget what the doctors had told her about her clean bill of health. If she wasn�t dreaming then she was definitely losing her mind.
It had been two days. Two days and not a sign of Courtney. Marco and Tony had interrogated AJ and his estranged brother had seemed to be telling the truth when he swore he had no idea where his ex-wife was. An awkward question and answer session with Elizabeth had also turned up nothing. Carly was distraught about her missing sister-in-law. Sonny was a man on a mission. Life had gone to hell since Brenda left, Jason decided. Not that he could blame this on her. A feeling of guilt settled over him for letting his thoughts once again drift back to Brenda when he should be thinking of nothing but finding Courtney. None of this made sense to him. There was no trace of her anywhere. No signs of struggle at the loft, her clothes were all still in place. Rosie was still with the dog-sitter. And the frustration at getting nowhere was eating away at him. Something had to give.
Brenda allowed herself a smile as she walked into the warmth of Harrod�s Department store. Maybe this would cheer her up. Okay, so fine European leather boots were a far cry from the feeling she�d have of being in Jason�s arms . . . but she figured this was a good start. But first . . . ah, yes . . . let�s take a look at these imported silk shirts over here.
"That pastel pink would be a good color for your complexion."
Brenda�s hand stalled on the shirt she was examining. That voice again. She shook her head and continued looking for her size. She�d ignore the voice. It would go away. She swallowed a hysterical laugh, she was hearing voices!
"I�m sorry I left you alone on the plane. Jason told me how you feel about flying."
It wasn�t going away. It was still here. She cautiously lifted her head and saw Courtney standing beside her. That hysterical laugh escaped. "No, no. See, you�re not here. You�re in Port Charles. I imagined you on the plane. Why? Because, you�re right, I hate to fly. So it was that fear that gave me some weird, weird dreams. But I�m fine now. I�m on solid ground. You can go, really!" She couldn�t believe she was talking out loud again. She glanced over her shoulder to check for the men in white coats. Surely they were coming for her soon.
Courtney shook her head sadly and followed as Brenda made her way out of the store. She didn�t really have any problem keeping up with the hysterical woman. "Brenda, wait. Wait! Jason is going to need you."
Jason stood on the dock, staring out at the murky water. He was about to turn to leave when something caught his eye, he craned his neck, trying to get a better look . . . it resembled something like . . . no. No, it couldn�t be! He stripped off his jacket and dove headfirst into the icy wet tomb. God, please don�t let me be too late, he prayed as he swam as he never had before. He grabbed a hold of the object of his attention and dragged it back to shore. Pulling himself up onto the docks, he pulled the body out behind him and fell to the ground, cradling her in his arms - not bothering to try and hold back the tears.
"Jason, did you . . ." Sonny came running down the stairs, his eyes immediately fell to the woman in his best friend�s arms . . . and the single gunshot wound to the head. "Courtney . . ."
Jason was rocking back and forth, holding her to him. "She�s dead. She�s dead. . . . ."