Jessica couldn't wait. It was going to happen today. That afternoon, in fact. "Ellie will never know what hit her," Jessica thought to herself as she looked at the ripe tomato that she held in her hands. A very special tomato, made with a certain….extra ingredient.

Ellie would die at lunch, she had decided. So, with her access to the kitchen thanks to her server's disguise, Jessica decided to make Ellie a very special BLT sandwich for lunch today.

As Jessica continued to stare at the tomato, fellow server Kurt McKinney stopped thinking of Katherine for a moment to focus his attention on Jessica.

"What a weirdo," he thought to himself.

Sue Ellen woke up in Cliff's arms. It had been so long since they last made love, but Sue Ellen remembered just how wonderful a lover Cliff was once they got back to his bedroom. It was a magical night, and she felt even more magical waking up in his arms.

"Awake sleepy?" Cliff asked.

"I've been awake for a while. Just enjoying lying here with you."

"That's good to hear." Cliff paused. "I also have some other news that you might like to hear."

"Really?" Sue Ellen looked up at him.

"Your plan for Ewing Oil and J.R. may have just had one major roadblock removed."

Sue Ellen looked at him in anticipation. Normally, she would have dreaded J.R.'s name being brought up at such a wonderful moment, but the thought of getting him once and for all was way too tempting not to listen. "Go on."

"Seems good ole cousin Jack has dibs to 7.5% of Ewing Oil. And rumor has it he might sell."

That made Sue Ellen sit up. "Really? I talked to Jack briefly when he came to Southfork, but that never came up."

"Well, it's true. I heard the rumors and I had it checked out. Press Jack's buttons correctly, and you may just nab yourself 7.5% of Ewing Oil---for a price. It's not much, but 7.5% more than you have now."

Sue Ellen started to get excited. She thought her plan had been railroaded. This new development renewed her optimism, but also set her worrying how exactly she was going to GET that 7.5% from Jack.

"I know what you're thinking." Cliff said.

"Psychic now?"

"No, but I know you." Cliff smiled. "I have a proposition for Jack that just may help you in your little plan. I'll let you know just exactly how later. In the meantime, " Cliff drew Sue Ellen closer and kissed her. "We've got other things to do."

Just as it started to rain, Bobby ducked into the nearest door, which happened to be an onboard restaurant. Coincidentally, he spotted Pam and he walked over to the booth. "Hello Pam."

"Bobby," she acknowledged coldly. "If you haven't come here to tell me you dropped the charges, then please go."

"I'm here to try to change your mind about Katherine."

Pam suddenly stood up and began talking in a loud tone. "Bobby Ewing, I will not sit here and listen to anymore of this." She grabbed her purse and walked out.

As she stepped back out onto the deck, she ran into her son.

"Hi Mom."

"Christopher, I'm glad I ran into you. I'd been planning on looking you up when I got here. It's been a while since we talked."

"Yeah, working at West Star has been hectic, and I don't get to see much of you since you and Dad are fighting about Katherine." Christopher noticed the look on his mom's face. "You and Dad went through so much to be together. I can't believe you'd willingly let Katherine come between you again."

"I'm afraid it's more complicated than that Christopher."

"It doesn't have to be Mom. You and Dad still love each other. Just give up on Katherine."

"I can't. I'm sorry. She is my sister. I need to go check on her—"

"What? Oh my God, she's here on board this ship isn't she?"

Pam almost lied to her son, but decided she couldn't do that. "Yes. She's on board. Please Christopher, don't tell anyone. I didn't want her to come, but she sneaked aboard."

"Fine Mom, but you need to tell Dad yourself. I won't do it, but you should."

"I'll think about it." She hugged and kissed her son and walked away.

"Mom, wait a second. Karen's not feeling well and I reserved a table on deck tonight for dinner. Would you like to come?"

Pam smiled. "I'd love to. What time?"

"Seven."

"I'll see you at seven then."

Ellie wished that more people had come to lunch, but she was happy that at least some of her family was there---Gary, Val, Lucy, J.R. and of course, Clayton. Mandy was with J.R., and Ellie was still uncertain how she felt about her. She decided to keep an open mind, and not worry too much about her presence. This cruise was designed to be restful, not stressful.

"Boy, I'm getting hungry!" Ellie announced, looking at a smiling Clayton. She was excited for her BLT sandwich. Normally, she did not care for sandwiches, but the waiter had been so insistent that she try their "world famous BLT" that she couldn't resist.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Jessica slipped a hundred-dollar bill to Ellie's waiter for being insistent in his recommendation. Jessica took the tomato, sliced it up, and placed it in the sandwich.

Pam had gone out for a walk, so Katherine called Kurt to let him know that she was alone. He immediately took his break from work and dashed over to her cabin. Upon entering, the two immediately embraced passionately.

After deciding it was time to come up for air, Kurt held Katherine's hand and led her over to the bed.

"God, this big ball tomorrow night is a a lot of work. You Oil people sure know how to throw a party."

"I'm afraid I'm not an oil person. Or, perhaps I am. I could be a nun for all I know!" Katherine gave a little giggle.

"Trust me, you're no nun. Too sexy for that." He gave her another quick peck on the lips.

"I'm so happy I met you Kurt. It's a good thing I died my hair red. Then you never would have mistaken me for that girl from Knots 90210"

"Melrose Place honey, and yes, I'm glad too." Kurt looked deeply into her eyes. "I called my friend Cally last night. Told her all about you."

"Really?"

"Yup. I think I talked TOO much!" Kurt looked at his watch quickly. "Shoot, I have to get back. That crazy lady's in the kitchen, and I don't want to leave her alone for too long. I'll give you a call when I get off tonight. OK?"

Katherine smiled. She looked forward to seeing him. It was not like she had anything else to do. "Great."

As Kurt headed toward the door, Katherine called out, "Kurt, would you want to come to the ball with me?"

He turned around. "I thought you said you weren't going to the ball? Don't want to be seen or something."

"I changed my mind. It's about time people started to accept that I'm here. I don't care. I want to go with you---show you off." Katherine gave another giggle.

"I would LOVE to go, but I'm serving at the big ball. Of course, if you came, then I wouldn't ignore you. I'll bring you food every second."

"Well, I'm not going unless your there, and I want to go, so it looks like it's a date—sort of. Well, it's a date even though you will be working. Who cares?"

"Sounds good. Call you soon." Kurt blew her a kiss and left the room.

Ray couldn't believe what he did. After it was over, he left immediately. He couldn't stand to look at Jenna---a reminder of what he had done.

"Damn!" he shouted to himself, banging his fist against the steering wheel. "How could I have slept with her?" He was so angry, furious that he had been embarrassed thanks to reporters dredging up his past, all in order to get a story to coincide with Donna's campaign. Ray couldn't help but think that if Donna hadn't decided to run for mayor, none of this would have happened.

Ray didn't understand why she had to do it. Why couldn't she just be happy at home? He was against her political beliefs or her convictions---he valued them, rather. But why did she have to be so public about it? Ray felt insensitive saying so, but he always wanted to tell Donna to just join some Woman Voters' Club. Not run for the damn mayoral seat. Not like Jenna. HIS Jenna. She was happy just being a mother to Lucas, and being Ray's everything. Jenna never made Ray feel like a piece of dirt. And that's how he felt, although he knew not of Donna's intention. A piece of dirt. Nothing. MR. Donna Dowling.

"Jenna" Ray muttered to himself. Dammit, how could he have slept with her?

Donna was torn between worry and anger. Where the hell was Ray? After he took off the night before when seeing the report on the news that gave his complete, unabashed history---minus the highlights. Donna knew it must have been excruciating for Ray to see all his past mistakes and dark hours replayed for millions to see---Mickey, his bad business deals. Donna was mad herself, but did he really have to react this way? Couldn't they have talked, or just held each other? All Ray seemed to do lately was take off when things got tough, which seemed to be happening with frequency since Donna started to run for mayor. Still, she was determined and she was dedicated. She never quit a job that she started.

Donna was startled by the shrill ring of the phone. Thinking it was Ray, she picked it up immediately.

"Ray?" she asked in a concerned tone.

On the other line, Jenna Evans quickly hung up. The last thing that she wanted to do was get Ray's wife involved. Although she would be soon, Jenna thought, as she looked at the videotape.

She had done her duty---successfully gotten Ray in bed and videotaped the whole escapade. J.R. would be happy. Now he could get that stock that he wanted from Ray. Still, Jenna felt horrible, a rancid combination of dirty and guilty. Ray was married! She knew the feeling of being second fiddle to a mistress, and now she was putting Donna Dowling, a woman that she respected, through the same thing.

Worst of all, this was all going to hurt Ray. She cared about Ray---more deeply than she wanted to admit. She didn't know how she could face him again, but she knew she had too. She wanted to tell him about the tape, but she knew if she did, J.R. would just tell her ex-husband where her little girl was. She knew J.R. enough to know that he was capable of anything, especially if you crossed him.

"The one I've really double crossed is Ray," Jenna muttered to herself. She had betrayed Ray, for she slept with him to get a video. Yet, a part of her wanted to do it for herself. She cared about Ray, and was quite attracted to him as well. Knowing the outcome of that one night was going to ruin not only Ray's life, but probably Donna's as well, was disconcerting to Jenna.

She felt no better than J.R.

"Listen Cally, I really have to get going." Kurt was trying not to be rude, but his friend all of a sudden kept insisting that they talk.

"What was the name of the function your working on? Did you say it was the Oil Baron's Ball?"

"Yeah, why?"

A shiver traveled down Cally's spine. J.R. was probably on that cruise. Bobby too. Maybe John Ross. Cally smiled as she thought of the little boy she cared for so much. But God, J.R. He can NEVER know about Justin. Cally thanked her lucky stars that J.R. thought it was James's baby.

"Just curious. I hear the Ewings go on that cruise. They're a big deal in Dallas."

"Wow, you've heard of them all the way in Arkansas?'

"Word gets around."

"Yeah, they're here. There's a ton of them too."

"Really? Like who." Now she was just curious.

"Um, there's the mother and her husband. Their pretty old." Oh God, Miss Ellie, Cally thinks as Kurt continued. "I think a couple of her sons are with her, and their wives." Sons? Cally wondered if the plural referred to Bobby, or maybe even Gary, although she never met him. "There's some short blond lady too.' Lucy! Cally's heart warmed with the thought of her old friend who she hadn't spoken too in years.

"Just be careful of them."

"What makes you such an expert?"

"There are things I know Kurt, and that you have to trust me on."

"Whatever. Listen, I'll call you later, k? Bye." Kurt abruptly hung up.

Once again, Cally Harper Ewing thanked her lucky stars that J.R. didn't know where she was.

Lucy was dripping wet by the time she reached the covered area where her mother was sitting. Val was alone, with a notebook and pen in hand.

"Hey Mom. You seem to be the only one out here on deck today. Not afraid of the rain?"

"Honey, I'm not even afraid of J.R. anymore—let alone the rain."

She and Lucy laughed for a while before Lucy asked her next question. "So, what's with the paper and pen?"

"Oh! Let's just say this cruise has inspired me quite a bit. Enough in fact, that I'm jotting down notes for a new book."

"Wow, what's it going to be about?"

"That's the strange part. I'm not sure yet. I'm just writing down some general ideas. But I do have the feeling that this book is going to be different than the rest."

"How so?"

Val smiled. "I've yet to find out how—but I just get that feeling. So, I really liked Neil when you introduced us last night. I have to admit, that introduction did leave me with a few questions of my own."

"Oh boy," said Lucy. "Well, let's hear them."

"How serious are you and Neil?"

"Mom! We're just friends and co-workers. That's it."

"You two sure did seem closer than that—or at least I thought so."

"I promised myself I wouldn't get into another relationship for a while. Lord knows I've had plenty of relationships go wrong."

"Well, you two do make a cute couple."

Lucy blushed. "It looks like the rain's tapered off. I'm going to see if I can find Neil. He and I need to discuss some goings on at Ewing Oil." Lucy noticed that her mother was about to grin. "And that's IT! Business only."

"Have fun," smiled Val. She waved to her daughter as Lucy walked off.

Jessica watched with anticipation as the waiter brought out Ellie's BLT. Any moment now, and all her years of plotting would amount in one giant pay-off. The waiter was about to round a bend to Ellie's table, when Kurt, fresh from his phone call and flustered from his lateness, blew into the dining room. He smashed into the waiter, sending the food plunging to the floor.

Ellie turned around in time to see this, the waiter just looking at her and apologizing profusely. Ellie told him it was perfectly alright.

Everyone else was in complete shock when a loud scream erupted from the kitchen. "NO!!" a woman shouted.

Jessica came bursting through the doors with her revolver, hysterical. She was flailing the gun, trying to get a steady aim. Ellie gasped. Clayton bolted out of his chair. Lucy screamed as Gary shielded Valene. J.R. and Mandy looked on, stunned.

It was Kurt who, with lightning speed, ran and subdued Jessica, knocking the gun out of her hand. Another waiter had called the ship's security officer, who came running in with handcuffs. He quickly snapped them around the cursing Jessica's wrists.

"Damn You Ellie! You killed my son! All of you did!"

"What the hell is that crazy woman talking about?" J.R. said.

"Nonsense, J.R. She's nuts—she doesn't make any sense," Lucy responded, still shaken. "Don't listen to her grandma."

Ellie didn't. She was too busy weeping in Clayton's arms as Jessica was dragged away, still screaming.

"And Karen's not feeling well?"

"No she isn't Dad. I already have the table reserved. It might give us a chance to catch up. We really haven't talked that much lately."

"What time?"

"Seven."

"Seven sounds great. I'll be there."

"Ok Dad. I'll see you then."

Christopher stood, smiling at the thought of his parents when they discovered they'd been set up. Hopefully, they'd be able to work out their problems.

On the ship's deck, Cliff was happy to bump into Jack. It saved having to look for him.

"Jack!" Cliff said warmly, shaking his hand, "Good to see you."

Jack was a little surprised at Cliff's boisterous greeting. They had never been the best of friends. "Cliff, good to see you alive."

Cliff had a fake laugh."It's nice to not be dead anymore."

"So, to what do I owe the honor of your presence?"

"Business Jack, just business." Jack gave Cliff a look that prompted to him hurry up and say his peace. Cliff understood that immediately, so he continued. "I don't know if you're aware, but I'm the owner of the Clifford Group. It's a pretty large company."

"I know exactly what the Clifford Group is. That's very impressive. Congratulations."

"Thanks. How would you like to be a part of it?"

"Excuse me?" Jack was stunned at what he thought Cliff just said.

"5% of the Clifford Group. It's yours if you want it."

"Well of course I want it. Question is, what's your price."

"Nothing of monetary value. Simply an even trade---your 7.5% of Ewing Oil for 5% of my company. It's more than fair. The Clifford Group is at least twice the size of Ewing Oil."

Jack was tempted. Cliff was right. And it wouldn't cost Jack a dime---just make him a huge profit. Still, that 7.5% of Ewing Oil might be of a very high value down the line. He wasn't sure he wanted to part with it just yet. But 5% of the Clifford Group! Wait'll he shoved that in Abby's face!

"I'm assuming you'd want it to get back at J.R. somehow," Jack said.

Cliff just smiled. Suddenly, Jack was struck with an idea.

"Instead of offering you my 7.5% of Ewing Oil, what if I gave you something else, something that can give YOU a profit and steam J.R."

"I'm listening."

Jack proceeded to tell him of the land he owned across from Southfork. Oil rich land. Land that J.R. wanted all for himself, or would die trying.

Cliff didn't have to think for a moment. His old instinct kicked in---"bad for J.R., good for me," he thought. He would check out the specifics, but if what Jack said was true, that land was worth a goldmine."

"I'll have my lawyers check it out. If you're speaking the truth, I'll have them fax the papers and we'll sign later today."

"Sounds good to me," Jack Ewing said as he smiled.

"Mandy, I can't for the life of me figure out what's bugging you," said J.R. as he sipped on a glass of iced tea.

"What makes you think anything is?" she said as she sat down her martini.

"You've been distant ever since we left Dallas. It's like your mind is somewhere else."

"Ok. I'm just going to be blunt about this. I can't help but wonder about the status of our relationship. I definitely know that I still have feelings for you, but do you have feelings for me?"

J.R. paused. "Mandy, you know damned well the fire is still there."

"No more fancy words J.R. Do you or do you not have feelings for me still?"

"I do."

Mandy sighed. "That simplifies things a little bit."

"What do you mean? What does it simplify?"

She smiled. "I need to go make a phone call. I'll be right back."

J.R. almost followed her, but decided against it. Still, he wondered who she was calling.

The sun was making its slow descent towards the sea as Pam took a seat at the table that Christopher had reserved. Looking at her watch, she saw that it was five minutes past seven.

Meanwhile, Bobby walked up the stairs and stepped onto the deck. The hostess asked if he had a table reserved and he told her that his son did. She smiled and showed him to the table.

"Pam?"

"Bobby?"

"What are you doing here?" asked Bobby. "Where is Christopher?"

"I'm supposed to be meeting him for dinner."

"No, I am. He asked me today."

"Wait a minute." Pam began to laugh. "Our son set us up."

Bobby smiled and soon, he too was laughing. "Our son Cupid."

Eventually, they both stopped laughing. "Bobby, we still have some issues that need to be worked out."

"I know we do."

"Bobby, I do love you. We have our unborn child to consider. When you think about that, our little argument over Katherine seems insignificant."

"Then I'm glad Christopher set us up. I had something I was going to tell you. I'm dropping the charges as soon as we get back to Dallas."

"Oh Bobby, thank you."

"But, that doesn't mean Katherine is home free. She was on the run all those years. She's a fugitive."

"We'll talk about that later. While we're here, why don't we take advantage of the opportunity and have something to eat?"

Bobby smiled. "Sounds good to me."

As the sun finally met the sea, Pam and Bobby kissed.

"Donna? Are you OK?" Todd asked, seeing that Donna had rested her head in her hands, and looked visibly distressed.

"Wh--? Oh Todd. Yeah, I'm fine." A lie. She still hadn't heard from Ray.

"You don't look fine." He sat down. She looked like someone had just died. "Anything on your mind." God, why was he doing this? He was supposed to ruin everything that this woman had worked for, and here he was asking her whether she needed a shoulder to cry on! Todd hated his damn conscience.

Donna just looked at him and smiled. "You've got a good heart."

If only you knew, Todd thought to himself. He just smiled at Donna. "I'm listening if you need me too. I know that we don't know each other that well, but I really hope that everything is ok." He needed to admit it to himself---he liked Donna.

"It's just my husband. He's been acting very strange lately. Actually, what am I saying? He's just been acting the way he always has."

"Why, is he weird?" Todd had met Ray briefly on a few occasions at the campaign headquarters.

Donna gave a laugh. "No, he's just threatened. I think he feels like he's not a real man sometimes, because I do all this—" she made a motion around her office. "That I'm running for mayor. Ray doesn't have much self-worth, and he's very old fashioned. A woman, especially a future wife, who holds a lot of political clout isn't very appealing. It threatens him."

"Ah. Obviously he's an old fashioned guy."

"That's for sure. This broke us up before. He couldn't take me supposed 'success', although I'm not sure what he means. Ray doesn't understand that everything I do, I do because I have to. I care about politics. I'm not running for mayor because it's a glamorous position."

"He has to feel like he's the primary breadwinner—the 'big man' of the house, right? My father was like that."

"Really?" Donna seemed interested. In all her conversations with Todd, he never brought up his past.

"My adopted father, I mean" Todd corrected himself. "After my mother died---not my biological one—he had a string of girlfriends. I remember that one of them, Ashley, was really nice. She was some businesswoman. She earned a LOT of money, and my dad couldn't take that. So he dumped her, even though she was the closest that he's ever going to come to normal."

"Do you speak with your father a lot?"

Todd didn't talk about his father—he didn't like too. But something in Donna's eyes made him tell her. They were so welcoming. "I haven't talked to him in a very long time. No desire to. Once my mother died, things really started to crumble."

"I guess I sort of know how you feel. Well, I don't know if I do, but I know what it's like to lose a parent. Both actually. They died in an auto accident when I was in college.

"Oh my God. That's terrible."

"It was tough, yes. I had to drop out. But if I didn't, I don't think I would have gotten as involved in politics, wouldn't have met Sam, which means I wouldn't have met Ray, wouldn't have had Margaret."

"Ah. The What If game. I play it a lot too." He smiled.

They continued to talk for another hour, about the loss of a parent, about Donna's rocky relationship with Ray, about Margaret, about Todd's life growing up. Todd opened up to her---well, as much as he would open up to anyone. He still had his secrets that only he could know.

At the end of the hour, Todd knew what he needed to do.

Katherine walked around the outdoor swimming pool, looking for Kurt. He had promised to meet her there at eight, but he was nowhere to be found.

She reminded herself to be careful—the poolside was very slippery.

"Well well. If it isn't the Uni-bomber herself."

Katherine turned around to see an unfamiliar face. "Excuse me? Who are you?"

"J.R. Ewing—but I think you probably already know that. Now let's talk business. What can I give you to drop this outlandish plot against Bobby and Pam?"

"Plot?"

"You know damned well what I'm talking about Katherine," said J.R., walking closer to her.

"Look, I've never seen you before in my life. If you don't leave me alone, I'm going to scream."

"Honey, you can scream all you want to, but it's not going to do you any good."

Katherine was scared. Why did this man hate her so much?

"Please, leave me alone."

"So, is it money you want? No…it couldn't be money. You have all the money you need."

"I don't want anything but for you to go away and leave me alone!"

J.R. grabbed Katherine's wrist. "I could throw you overboard and no one would ever miss you. And after all you've done to my family, don't you dare think for a second I wouldn't do it."

"What have I done to your family!" shouted Katherine. She jerked her wrist free of his grasp, but the force of it, coupled with the slippery tile, sent her careening to the ground. Her head struck the concrete.

J.R. looked around to see if anyone had seen what had happened. A lifeguard from the pool ran to them. "What happened?"

"I think she slipped and hit her head."

Bobby kicked open the door of his stateroom, and with Pam in his arms, he walked in. "I was beginning to wonder if I wasn't going to have to spend the rest of this cruise sleeping alone," he said.

"So was I."

He playfully threw her onto the bed and jumped on it himself.

"I just want to apologize for being so stubborn and calling the police Pam…"

"Let's not talk about that now."

"You know…I haven't really noticed it until now, but you look like you've swallowed a balloon or two."

"Bobby James Ewing! What a flattering comment!" She hit him with a pillow.

"Just think. In a few weeks, there'll be a brand new Ewing at Southfork."

"Hopefully, there'll be more than one…"

"What? You aren't having twins are you?"

"No!" laughed Pam. "Christopher has the custody trial coming up. I just hope he's able to get custody of Megan."

"Yeah, me too." Bobby sensed that the mood was getting heavy and decided to lighten it up. "So! We still haven't come up with a name for our son."

"Daughter."

"We won't get into this argument again. I have an idea."

"What is it?"

"If it's a boy, I get to name it. If it's a girl, you can name it."

"That sounds fair enough. Now, why don't we throw in some kind of friendly bet. Like the loser does the first month of diapers?"

"No way. You're doing the diapers whether you win or lose."

Pam frowned. "Fine then. Let's come up with some names." She went over to the desk in the room and got two pieces of stationery with The Oil Baron on them. She brought them to the bed, along with two pens. "Now, let's name this baby!"

Pam took the paper, folded it, and handed it to Bobby. Bobby did the same with his.

"I'll go first," said Bobby. He unfolded the paper. "Rebecca Paige Ewing."

"Well? The Rebecca of course comes from my mother, and I've always liked the name Paige."

"I kind of like that. Too bad it's going to be a boy."

"Then let's see what you've come up with, wise-guy." Pam unfolded Bobby's paper. "Benjamin Jock Ewing."

"I like it, what about you?"

"I do too," said Pam. "If it were to be a boy though, I wouldn't mind naming him that."

"We'll find out in a few weeks won't we?"

"I guess we will."

Cliff marveled that he had never conducted a business deal that fast, as he looked at the papers his lawyers had sent over. The land across from Southfork that Jack had sent WAS legitimate and FILLED with oil. Wouldn't J.R. just love to know who was going to now own it? Cliff smiled as he signed the transfer of sale document from Jack over to himself.

Jack was not displeased himself. He now had 5% of the Clifford Group, one of the most prolific companies in the country. And he still had 7.5% of Ewing Oil. Not bad for a boy from Alaska.

Cliff thanked Jack, and they shook hands right before parting ways. Cliff looked at the documents once again. Sue Ellen would be so happy! But more importantly, J.R. would be so mad.

Katherine lay on the table in the ship's infirmary. In the next room, J.R. was listening as the doctor explained Katherine's condition. She didn't appear to have a concussion and she should be alright in the morning. J.R. didn't know whether to be relieved, or upset.

The first thing Katherine noticed was the extremely bright light. It was so bright it was almost blinding. Soon it went away and she opened her eyes. At first, she couldn't remember where she was. Then the confrontation by the pool came to her. She sat up and looked around.

Then, it all came to her—her fifteen year reign of terror on Bobby and Pam. Now Katherine was back. The reign of terror was about to start again.

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