Christopher turned around to see Kristin, or the women everyone thought was Kristin, standing behind him. He didn't speak until she took a seat across the table from him. "Hi Kristin."

"What's wrong?"

"My life just went from perfect, to a living hell in just a matter of hours. I was drunk on New Year's Eve and I did some things that I shouldn't have...Karen found out about all of it tonight."

"Oh, and she's upset?"

"She never wants to see me again. I don't know what to do. I don't even have a place to live now."

"Of course you do," she said, "you're going to come live with me. Do you have your car with you?"

"No, I walked...and I can't impose like that."

"Nonsense. My car is parked across the street. Come on."

Christopher reluctantly followed her to the car.

"Are you alright Pammy?"

Pam's grimace suddenly turned into a grin, "Bobby, I have never been better."

As they walked back towards the car, Pam turned to Bobby and smiled a secretive smile.

"Let's get something to eat."

Walking past a shop on their way back from eating, Pam stopped in front of a store.

"Pam?"

She gestured for him to come over to join her. "What?"

His gaze fell onto a man cradling a newborn while watching his wife picking out a stroller.

"It's nice sweetheart." Bobby looked at her, shaking his head. "Why have we stopped here."

Pam smiled. "Because I have something to tell you. It's about my checkup."

Bobby's face was clouded with confusion. "You said that it was alright. Dr Danvers gave you an all clear."

Pam nodded. "Sort of. He said that my head injury was all cleared up. But he had found something else that is going to require close monitoring."

Bobby grew concerned. "Pam?"

It took all the courage that Pam had not to laugh at the look on his face. But suddenly it hit her how to tell him.

"Bobby do you remember the riddle I told you just before the first barbecue?"

He nodded and suddenly realization hit him. "Pam?"

She grinned. "Surprise, you're going to be a Daddy."

John Ross stood before the hazed-glass door with 'Melissa McSween' stenciled on it in black paint. He smiled slyly and then knocked. "Come in," came Melissa's voice.

"Well, John Ross," smiled Melissa as he walked in, "I've been wondering whatever happened to you."

"I've been busy. I wanted to come see you so bad, but the time was never right. I'm going to be leaving tomorrow afternoon with Pamela Rebecca."

"Oh...her again?"

"It was all I could think of. She wanted to get married, but I managed to divert her with this trip."

"Well, when you come back, you had better still be single."

"I wish it was you I was going away with Melissa, but..."

"Don't worry, we'll have plenty of time together later. But right now, I have a couple of going away presents I'd like to give you," said Melissa seductively.

John Ross smiled. "Well, what are we waiting for then? Let's see these presents." He reached behind him and locked the office door.

He unbuttoned her blouse as they fell onto the desk, sending pencils, papers, and a stapler crashing to the floor.

"This is quite a place you've got here," said Christopher, surveying the Wendell mansion. "And you live here all alone?"

Wendell was away on business and Kaitlin hoped he would stay away for a while. She didn't want Christopher to find out that she was Jeremy Wendell's daughter. "Yeah. I have a few servants and housekeepers, but other than that, that's all."

"Maybe I don't feel so guilty about living here for a while," laughed Christopher.

"You're my son Christopher," lied Kaitlin, still assuming the identity of Kristin. "I'd do anything for you."

"Thanks Kristin, that means a lot to me."

"Afton, get your act together, you are missing all of your lines! What on earth is going on with you?" Roy Ralston was getting annoyed; he looked down on the dress rehearsal from the booth, high above the front of the stage. Afton had been screwing up all morning, missing lines, cues, forgetting guests' names. Roy was starting to think he had made a mistake in hiring Afton to be the host of his dream talk show."

"Sorry Roy!" Afton was on edge; the incident in the morning with her mother had really shaken her up. "Roy, I will be fine, promise. I am just tired, can we take 5, give me a minute to get my act together?"

"OK," Roy's voice boomed from the loud speaker. "Everyone take five!"

Sly walked up to her boss, cup of coffee in hand. "Afton, thought you might need this, are you ok?"

"What I need is a smoke!"

"I never knew you smoked."

"I don't but I want one. Sly, could you dig one up for me, if not tobacco, find something with alcohol." Afton stared at the dumbfounded expression on Sly's face. "Sly, I was kidding. What I really need is to get the hell out of here, but...since that is not possible, I guess the coffee will have to do."

"Afton, are you sure you don't want to talk, something is really bothering you."

Afton looked at Sly, as much as she liked her, she was still not sure she could completely trust her. "Sly it is still just the funeral, and the stunt Lucy pulled, talking to me like that. Hey, I want to put the coven in motion, have you given any thought to asking Lucy to lunch, seeing if you might find out some info?"

"Afton, as I told you, I'm not sure I want to get involved with this. I like Lucy, I'm sorry, but I do. Besides, you started this whole revenge coven thing before Cliff died, isn't it all kind of irrelevant now?"

"Irrelevant? You think that me losing a little baby boy is irrelevant?"

"No no, Afton, of course not, I'm sorry. But Cliff is dead, and no matter what you do to Lucy, that's not going to change."

"Well, maybe it will, I used to want to pull Lucy and Cliff apart, now...well now I want to put them together."

"Together?" Sly began to get a sick feeling in her stomach. "Afton, what do you mean together..."

"Back to work everyone!" Roy's voice boomed through the speaker once again, making it easy for Afton not to answer.

Afton turned and took Sly by the arm. "Come on Sly, back to work, we have a show to do."

"Jeez," said John Ross, pulling his shirt on. "If you keep giving going away presents like that, then I might just be going away more often."

Melissa buttoned her blouse and smiled. "Don't get any ideas, smart guy. I'm gonna miss you. Don't stay away too long."

"I'll miss you too Melissa. I'll be back as soon as possible. And next time, we're gonna use those handcuffs of yours for something other than arresting criminals."

"Ooh, if that's a promise, then I can't wait for you to get back!"

John Ross kissed Melissa before leaving her office.

"Well, that went smoothly," said Eric with a smirk. Carla took a seat across from him.

"I would say so," smiled Carla. "But there is a little something...well, there's something you don't know."

Eric looked up, surprised. "What is it?"

"The baby isn't Christopher's, it's yours."

Eric was dumbfounded. "But I thought-"

"I'm not as dumb as you think Eric. I know how to play my cards and right now, let's just say I have an ace up my sleeve. If you don't want me to ruin your plan and tell Christopher, then I suggest you advance me a little on my payment...and triple it. You're a rich man, shouldn't be any problem."

"You're bluffing. Besides, if you tell Christopher, then you'll have nothing."

"Don't be so sure. I could sell the info to Christopher myself. Don't be a loser Eric, give me what I want and you get what you want."

Eric, regretting ever sleeping with Carla, nodded. "Okay. I'll get a check to you."

"No -- no check. I want cash."

"Done."

Kaitlin sat in the living room of the mansion, reading a magazine. Christopher had gone upstairs earlier to rest after his ordeal. Kaitlin abruptly stood as the side door to the house slowly opened.

"Oh my God! What are you doing here?"

"I live here, unless you've forgotten that along with your manners." It was Jeremy Wendell.

"No! You've got to get out of here," screamed Kaitlin.

"Kaitlin, I'm growing tired of your games."

"You don't understand. Christopher Ewing is here."

"What? A Ewing in my house?"

"If he sees you here, he'll wonder why the hell I'm living with you and he's bound to find out you are my 'father' and that I'm not really Kristin Sheperd."

Christopher stepped into the room, having heard the latter part of their conversation. "What the hell is going on?"

Ellie and Clayton were just about to head back to the hotel. They had been surveying the work being done at Southfork, Ellie had been talking to the construction foremen and headed back towards Clayton and the limo.

"Clayton, great news, Josh says the ranch will be ready in a few weeks, can you believe it? We can finally move back home. I can't wait to bring the whole family back together again."

"Ellie, your family? Are you sure you are actually looking forward to that?"

"Clayton Farlow, hold your tongue. I know we fight, but we are family. Come on, let's get going, I'm starting to get hungry. Let's stop for dinner, shall we?"

"Sure, how about the Oil Baron's Club?"

"Nope, Clayton, I am in the mood for a big juicy burger. I was thinking more Wendy's or McDonald's."

Clayton grinned. "Ellie Ewing Farlow at McDonald's? Who would have thought?"

A white van headed up the Southfork driveway as Ellie and Clayton were about to get into the limo. The van pulled up next to their car and a man in a gray uniform got out.

"I am looking for a Mr. Clayton Farlow."

"That would be me, how can I help you?"

"Registered letter for you sir, could you sign here." Clayton took the letter, and signed the man's clipboard. The deliveryman returned to the van and drove away.

Ellie attempted to read the return address. "Clayton who is it from?"

"Slow down woman, give me a second to open it up." Clayton undid the seal and began to read the letter. "Oh no, no." A tear trickled down Clayton's cheek.

"Clayton your scaring me, what is it?"

"Ellie, she died. Muriel died."

Ellie Farlow rested her head into Clayton's chest. "Clayton I am so sorry, I know you wanted to see her, thank her again, have some closure. When did it happen?"

"I don't know, it doesn't say." Clayton lifted Ellie's head so he could see her eyes. "This is from a law firm Ellie, it is a request to attend her will reading, it is in a couple of days."

Pamela Ewing answered her door; she had been in the kitchen, preparing a romantic dinner for she and Bobby, who had made a stop by his office at NorthStar to take care of some urgent business. She too signed a clipboard and opened an envelope. Another legal letter, another will. Cliff's will reading tomorrow afternoon. Pam sighed, she knew this was coming. She still wasn't ready, still wasn't prepared.

Lucy was sure the knock on the door was Eric, she had called him earlier, hoping to get together, he said he might drop by. It wasn't Eric; it was another man with a clipboard, another signature, and another invitation. Lucy was surprised by her letter, she had not expected to attend Cliff's funeral, not expected him to leave her anything. Her first thought went to Cliff, tormented and confused his whole life. Her second thought went to Afton, who once again, she would have to face tomorrow.

Afton smiled when she opened her envelope, finally she thought. Afton had been waiting for the will reading from the moment she had heard that Cliff died. Cliff had a lot of money, a lot of assets. She and Cliff were still married, and Afton was sure the bulk was going to Pamela Rebecca and herself. Tomorrow was going to be a great day.

"Christopher...look, I can explain."

"Explain? It seems to me that I've heard all I need to know. You're not my mom; you're a con-artist who's been lying to me all this time! My God, you're Jeremy Wendell's daughter."

"I never meant for it to go on like this. Katherine hired me to ruin your relationship with your mom. At first I didn't care what happened to you, but then I grew to really care for you!"

"You expect me to believe that?"

"You have to believe that I really care for you, because I do. I didn't even begin working for Katherine entirely out of selfishness. I also wanted information. I wanted to find out what really happened to my sister."

"Wendell, I had no idea you had a daughter," said Christopher. "Was Kristin also your daughter?"

"Christopher, I don't think I owe you any sort of explanation, but I adopted Kaitlin."

"That's a lie." Kaitlin turned to Wendell. "I wasn't adopted by him, I was bought! Patricia Sheperd sold me to him when I was a baby!"

Christopher stood there. He had been through so much shock during the last twenty-four hours that he didn't even know what to do. "I've gotta get out of here," he said, running out of the house.

"Kaitlin, what the hell are you trying to do? We had an agreement and now you've broken your half of it."

"Oh no. I'm losing everything now, and you're coming down with me. I no longer care about our agreement. You're about to lose everything that's important to you. Well, there's only one thing that's important to you, and it's going to be taken away from you. West Star Oil."

As she took her seat on the plane to return home to Dallas, Sue Ellen thought back to the last few months with Dusty. He had complained of feeling ill when they arrived in Europe, so he went to a local doctor the hotel recommended. Everything seemed fine, but he persisted to feel ill, and he returned to the doctor again. Sue Ellen chalked it up to a bad bug, nothing more, as Dusty made no mention of his trips to the doctor, actions that Sue Ellen assumed agreed with her diagnosis. Then he started acting very strange. He was prone to violent outbursts, nothing physical, but he would get so MAD. It was frightening to Sue Ellen. He used to disappear for hours on end, returning only angrier then when he left. Sue Ellen was fearful, and curious. Perhaps her years with J.R. had rubbed off, as she hired a Private Investigator to follow Dusty. She had many suspicions -- another woman, drugs -- but never an illness until the investigator told her that Dusty was making frequent excursions to the local hospital. Sue Ellen remembered how worried she was when she tried to talk to Dusty about it, but every time she tried to ask him about his health, and what was wrong, he would not let her get a word in edgewise. When she left for Christmas in Dallas, she hoped that some time away from Dusty would give him time to cool off and sort things out. She never suspected he was DYING, for she had too much faith in him to be honest with her about that. But now this? How could he do this? Sue Ellen's anger turned to fear as she realized, What am I going to tell Clayton?

Bobby sat in his office, or what had become his office, at NorthStar Oil. Cliff and Carter McKay had bought the small space when they had originally started the company almost a year ago. Bobby was flipping through some legal documents regarding his recent purchase of the company from his ex-sister in law, and now cousin-in-law, Abby. Bobby tried to pay attention to his reading, but his thoughts kept turning to Pam. He was nervous about her doctor's appointment, but his brightened at the thought of their recent marriage after eleven years apart. If they could be reunited after so long, then they could face anything. He heard a knock on his door. Bobby swiveled around to find a young man, around John Ross' age, in his doorway.

"Bobby Ewing?" the man asked.

"Yes? Can I help you?" Bobby was immediately struck by the man's presence. There was something very familiar about him, but Bobby could not place where it was from.

"My name is Todd Foster. I'd like to speak with you."

"Well, normally I set up appointments through my secretary."

Where had he see this guy before?

"I realize that, but-" Todd was interrupted by Bobby.

"I'm sorry, but do I know you from somewhere?"

"No, you don't know me. But you knew my mother -- April Stevens."

Cliff Barnes was still enjoying his freedom, freedom from all the stress in Dallas. He had not intended to leave like he did, not intended to give his family pain. Coincidences landed him here and he had decided to make the best of it. He missed Lucy desperately, but he had convinced himself she would be better off. He had gotten enough money out of one of his Swiss accounts to live on for years, so he was set. He had not yet decided where he would go after his love of the tropics died away, but for now, this place was home. He had framed his wallet photos of Pamela Rebecca and the one of Lucy and placed them on a table in his room. He stared at the photos intently. He would get rid of them soon; looking at them only made him sad. Cliff's thoughts were interrupted with a knock at the door. Cliff grabbed his baseball hat and sunglasses and answered the door. The man from room service wheeled in a tray of egg rolls, fried rice, and sweet and sour chicken. As he turned to depart, he stopped to look at the pictures on the desk.

"Mr. Baron, you have a lovely wife and daughter. Are they joining you soon?"

"No, this vacation I am flying solo." Cliff handed the man a tip and walked towards the door. The man did not follow, but instead continued staring at the photos. Cliff stood for a moment, but he still did not move. "Well thank you, good bye."

"Sorry sir, could not help but admire the photos, again you are a lucky man."

"Lucky...yeah, well, see ya."

This time the man did leave. As the door shut behind him, he stood still outside of the closed door. "Mr. Baron? I know one of those women, and I think that is time I got to know you a little better too."

"I'm sorry that I haven't been to see you lately." He knelt down and adjusted the flowers, putting fresh flowers in place of the older ones. "But I promise you that I'll tell her all about you." He stood up and read the gravestone:

Alexander Marcus Graison

"I promise that the next time I come back, your Mother will be with me."

Screen freeze on the tombstone

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