John Ross held Melissa close to him, who had fallen asleep earlier. He too had fallen asleep and when he awakened, he had no longer cared that Pamela Rebecca might be missing him. He just wanted to be with Melissa. John Ross stared at the sun, which was beginning to disappear on the horizon. It's light shone down on the waves, coloring the water bright shades of red and orange. He ran his fingers through Melissa's blonde hair as her head rested on his chest.

"John Ross?"

"Yeah? I'm here Melissa."

"Maybe we should get out now."

The automatic outdoor floodlights flashed on, illuminating the pool and hot tub area and blinding the two with its dazzling light. They both shielded their eyes until they adjusted. "I should get back to Pamela Rebecca. She's probably been asleep most of the time."

"Okay. Bye John Ross," said Melissa, stepping out of the hot tub. She wrapped her towel around her wet body and smiled at him, waving.

J.R. and Sue Ellen stepped off the jet into the warm night air of Hawaii, both sucking in a deep breath of it. They both knew what they were here for, and it wouldn't involve sightseeing or fun in the sun.

"I had Janice book us a room at the Clearwater Resort," said J.R. "Chances are, John Ross is perfectly safe tonight. I'll notify the Hawaiian authorities and we'll get a good night's sleep. Then, in the morning we can start out looking for them."

"Okay J.R. I am tired. But our baby could be in trouble."

"He's fine Sue Ellen. I'm sure. Here's a cab." J.R. opened the door for Sue Ellen and she got in. He followed.

John Ross stepped into the darkened hotel room, surprised to see Pamela Rebecca still asleep on the bed. Without bothering to turn on the lights, he got in bed and turned away from her. It would be awhile before he'd be able to sleep.

"What do you mean you don't have a reservation for J.R. Ewing?"

"Mr. Ewing, no one has made a reservation for you like you said. There are no Ewings on the list."

"Well, we'll have to get another room here then," said Sue Ellen.

"I'm afraid that's impossible Mrs. Ewing," said the desk clerk.

"Why is that?" asked J.R.

"There is a big surfer's convention in town this week. All of our rooms are booked."

"Oh no," said Sue Ellen, "we'll have to go to another hotel then." She grabbed her purse and began to leave.

"I doubt you'll find anything anywhere else either. This convention is huge," said the clerk.

"Do you have any idea who I am?" said J.R., "I'm J.R. Ewing of Dallas, Texas. I don't think that a bunch of sunburned beachcombers holds anything over me. Now I suggest you get a room for us right now!"

"Let me check the registry again." The man flipped through a book and his face brightened. "Mr. Ewing, I have a room for you."

"A room?" said Sue Ellen.

"Yes. One of our honeymoon suites," said the clerk.

"Umm, honeymoon suite?" said J.R. with a frown.

"Yes, that's all I have. I'm sorry."

Sue Ellen thought for a second before answering. "We'll take the room." She gave J.R. a I'll explain later look and signed the papers that the man put before her. A few seconds later, he handed her the keys to the room (actually high-tech computerized passkeys).

The room was on the third floor and J.R. and Sue Ellen took the elevator up, led by the bellhop.

Five minutes later, J.R. had tipped the bellhop and he and Sue Ellen sat alone in the room. "Sue Ellen," said J.R., "I don't think that this…"

"Relax J.R. After this many years of sharing a bedroom, one more night isn't going to hurt us."

"If you say so Sue Ellen." J.R. stepped into the other room. He had called the authorities from the lobby and notified them of Akbar.

While J.R. was away, Sue Ellen picked up the phone. "Hello, room service? Yes, yes."

Ray Krebbs walked into Southfork and removed his hat, something he usually did when he entered. There was something very strange about the house now, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. He looked over to the stairs—it was then that he saw her. "Oh God," he stuttered.

"Hello Ray." It was his wife, Jenna Wade Krebbs.

"But…you're dead."

"Am I? I don't look very dead to me," said Jenna, holding her hands out in front of her. "Of course I'm dead Ray. No sooner than they had cut me down, you were hanging on that bitch of an ex-wife of yours. Did you not have any respect for me? I bet you two made love the night of my death didn't you?"

"That isn't true Jenna," said Ray, "what am I saying. You shouldn't be here."

"Neither should Southfork. Remember, it exploded and it's not through being repaired yet." Jenna looked around and suddenly the house was covered with paint buckets, wood scraps, and old sheets. "There, that's better. Oh Ray! There was another time that Southfork looked like this…remember a certain fight you had with your dear brother J.R.?" Suddenly the room burst into flames and Ray could feel the intense heat.

"Jenna, what the hell is goin' on!" said Ray.

"Let's see what else I can dig up out of your past Ray. I'll teach you what happens when you betray me like you've done." Suddenly, there was a hospital bed in the middle of the room, which was now a raging circle of fire. On the bed was a person, only the person was beneath a white sheet. "Well, go ahead Ray. Aren't you going to see who it is?"

Ray wanted to stop—he wanted to turn and leave the house so badly, but his feet kept going, walking ever closer to the table. He reached out and grabbed the sheet, pulling it off. Ray's eyes grew wide and there was a visible pain that cut him deeply.

"Yes Ray, it's your cousin, Mickey Trotter. Why, you haven't seen him since…OH yes, since you—pulled the plug. Murderer! And to think you got off on probation. You should have been strapped to the electric chair and fried."

"Stop it…STOP IT!"

"Sorry Ray, I can't do that," laughed Jenna.

There was something else new in the room—a high-backed chair. It was the chair that Jock Ewing always used in his office. It was then that Ray heard the voice—a voice that sounded so much like Jock, but he couldn't see a face. "I'm disappointed in you boy. You never were a real Ewing. Never amounted to any more than a cowhand."

"That's not true!" said Ray.

"I would normally stop all of this now Ray, but I don't think you've learned your lesson," said Jenna. "Let me see if I can dig up any skeletons in your closet. Looks like I've found one…and this one is the most damning."

Suddenly, Lucy Ewing appeared. "Hello Ray. Wanna go for another roll in the hayloft with Jock Ewing's granddaughter? I know you and Pam Barnes are together, but it looks like Bobby just brought her to Southfork…she's meetin' Grandma. That just leaves you and me."

"No!! Damnit, I had no idea I was your half-uncle," said Ray.

"Oh, there you go," said Lucy, "Gotta throw in that half-uncle bit. That doesn't excuse the sordid truth Ray!"

By then, the house was almost completely engulfed in flames and Jenna appeared to be standing amongst them. "Ray, you can escape this you know. All you have to do is wake up…wake up…wake up…

"Wake up Ray!"

Ray rubbed his eyes and sat up. "Oh jeez. What time is it? And what are you doing here!"

Donna smiled. "Well Mr. Sleepyhead, Margaret and I waited on you at the airport for two hours, then called a cab. Speaking of Margaret, here she is, I'd like for you to meet her." Donna smiled at a girl of about thirteen standing behind her, who was smiling shyly.

"Hi Ray," said Margaret.

"Margaret? But, you're supposed to be older…How old are you?"

"I'm thirteen. Turning fourteen in July," said Margaret politely.

Ray was still groggy, but not groggy enough to realize he had been dreaming—he hadn't picked them up at the airport. Margaret and Lucas weren't sixteen. He hadn't bought Lucas a car, Donna wasn't running for mayor, Charlie wasn't Bobby's daughter (God, why had he dreamed that of all things!), Jenna wasn't alive, Southfork wasn't on fire—it had all been a dream and Donna was just now returning from Washington with her…with their daughter. "Well, that's unbelievable. They grow up so fast don't they Donna?"

"Yes they do," said Donna, "Why don't we introduce Margaret to Lucas..."

Later that night...

Ray put down his drink and smiled. Next to him sat Lucas. Ray had decided to treat his son and their guests to dinner at the Oil Baron's Club, a place he didn't often go, but this was a special occasion.

"So, Dad," said Lucas, "what is this surprise you have for me?"

"Well, I think you're really gonna like it son," said Ray, "Or should I say you're really gonna like her."

"Her?" said Lucas in a puzzled tone. "I was hoping for a car!"

Ray had a brief flashback to the disturbing dream he had earlier. Buying Lucas a car had been part of that dream. "Well Lucas, I think you've got a couple more years left before you'll be able to drive."

"Well, who is it?"

"You'll see."

Dora Mae walked up to the table, followed by Donna and Margaret. "Here you go Mrs. Dowling," said Dora Mae, handing her two menus. "Cassie will be with you in just a minute."

Dora Mae strode across the room, leaving the four alone. Ray sat back down after having seated Donna and Margaret. "Lucas, this is your surprise," he smiled.

"Mrs. Dowling is my surprise?" said Lucas with a frown. He still did not care for the woman. She seemed to be moving in on what was his mom's place with Ray. Lucas did not like that and was determined it wouldn't happen.

Donna tried to smile. "No Lucas, actually it's Margaret." She pointed to Margaret sitting beside her.

"Who is Margaret?" questioned Lucas.

"This is your cousin," said Ray. He did not want to explain the finer points of how to draw their family tree, but he was sure Lucas would ask. Instead, Lucas did not.

"Cool," said Lucas. "I'm hungry. Can we get something to eat now?"

Donna and Ray looked at each other. It was then that Margaret spoke up. "You can call me Maggie, Lucas."

Lucas did not like to be told what he could call someone. He would call her what he wanted to call her. "Hi Margaret," he said." He knew that his dad had no idea that he knew, but Lucas knew all about who Margaret was. He had overheard the whole story from Lucy one day. She was his dad's real daughter and he felt threatened by that.

Margaret frowned and began to look at her menu. She was very mature for a thirteen year old and she could easily have passed for at least fifteen.

"Well," said Donna, breaking the silence. "Let's order."

Michelle Stevens leaned against the balcony of her beach house, sipping wine. She loved California, and was glad that she came here, especially after those two years in Dallas. The Ewings caused her and her sister, nothing but trouble for too long. Michelle left town soon after she was released for the shooting of Hillary Taylor. She had bought the McKay ranch, but had no desire to stay there, so she had put it on the market and Ray Krebbs had eventually bought it. She came to California, rich beyond her imagination, and loved every minute of it. The phone startled Michelle's thoughts.

"Hello?" She said.

"Michelle. It's Bobby Ewing."

"Well speak of the devil Bobby! I was just thinking about how miserable a town Dallas is. How did you find me? I haven't spoken with you in—what has it been—eight years?"

"It's been a long time, yes. A detective friend found you. It wasn't that hard Michelle. You still own April Oil, and it is a functioning company, even without you here."

"Ah. Well, that's fine and dandy, but is there any reason why you called? I'm not in a 'let's play catch-up mood' tonight."

"Well, you better be soon." Bobby paused, unsure of how to say what he wanted to say. "Your nephew has come to town Michelle."

Michelle was taken aback. "Excuse me?"

"The child April gave up all those years ago. He's all grown up. His name is Todd Foster, and he's come to Dallas. He wants April's money. Maybe if you fly into Dallas, we can all sit down and talk--"

"That little snake!" said Michelle Stevens, as she hung up the phone and headed to her bedroom. She grabbed her suitcase, and prepared for a trip to Dallas.

J.R. stepped out of the bathroom, wearing his bathrobe. He had taken a brief shower and felt much better. "I think I'm turning in, Sue Ellen. Do I get the bed?"

Sue Ellen shook her head. "Not a chance J.R."

There was a knock on the door of the suite and Sue Ellen opened it. "Mrs. Ewing, here is the cot you requested."

"Thank you!" Sue Ellen smiled and gave the man a tip, shutting the door. She turned to J.R. "This is your bed J.R."

"Oh my Gawd. Me? Sleep on that? I bet even Ray hasn't slept on something that uncomfortable!"

"Get used to it. After all, it could be worse. There is always the balcony."

J.R. grumbled and folded out the cot, eyeing it with distrust. "If this thing folds up with me on it…"

"Then the world would have been done a great service," joked Sue Ellen, finishing his sentence.

"Oh Sue Ellen, you're a riot. Have you ever considered stand up comedy?"

"Not really, but I might try it if nothing else comes my way. Maybe the Oil Baron's Club would pay me to entertain the guests with jokes about everyone's favorite oil man."

"I'll want a front row seat for that one. But for now, I'm going to bed. Good night Sue Ellen."

"Good night J.R."

Sue Ellen turned off the lights. Seconds later she heard a distinctive crashing sound followed by J.R. murmuring "Damn."

After a day of shooting for her show, Afton Cooper was exhausted. She unlocked the door to her house and walked into the living room, dropping her jacket and purse onto the recliner. She looked at her mother, sitting on the couch, staring at the television. Arliss seemed oblivious to the fact that Afton was there. Afton almost spoke, but thought better of it. Her mother wouldn't even realize she had said anything. She stepped over Arliss' feet and walked into her bedroom and over to the answering machine. The red light was flashing, which meant she had messages. Afton collapsed onto the bed as she pushed the button and the messages began to play.

"Afton, this is Sue Ellen…"

Afton sat up. "What would Sue Ellen be calling her for?"

"…I don't want to alarm you, but there may be some trouble in Hawaii. It's a long story, but an "enemy" of John Ross' has tracked John Ross and Pamela Rebecca to Hawaii. We've notified the police, and J.R. and I are here. We'll let you know if anything happens."

Afton thought for a moment. SO many times, she had failed to be there for her daughter. Maybe Pamela Rebecca was all right this time, but there was a chance she could be in danger as well. Afton was determined to be the good mother this time.

She walked back out into the living room and stood before Arliss Cooper. "Mother, something's come up. I'm going to fly to Hawaii tonight."

Arliss continued to stare at the television.

"Mother? Mother!"

"Afton dear, I'm right here. You don't have to yell."

"Like I said, I'm going to Hawaii. Will you be okay here by yourself?"

Arliss barely nodded and didn't bother to ask any questions. Afton hesitated then went in to her room to pack her suitcases.

A beam of sunlight shone in John Ross' eyes, awakening him from his deep slumber. He looked over at the clock, 9 a.m. and got out of bed. Pamela Rebecca was still asleep. "Pamela?"

She didn't answer.

"Pamela Rebecca?"

John Ross reached over and pulled the sheet off of her. Only it wasn't Pamela Rebecca—just two pillows.

Screen freeze on John Ross' face

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