As his captor led him into the dark building, a thousand thoughts raced through Bobby Ewing's mind. Would he ever see his family again? Could he escape? What would happen to him if he couldn't? Would Pam know how much he really loved her? Grace would grow up, never really knowing her father. That sent icy pains running through Bobby's heart.

“What's the matter Ewing? Never been kidnapped before?”

Bobby didn't bother to tell him that he had. “What the hell is this all about? If it's money you want, I can get you plenty.”

“I'll get all the money I need from—” Gregor broke off in mid-sentence, realizing that he had almost given away Rex's identity. He wasn't sure if Rex wanted to remain anonymous or not, but he intended to find out before letting Bobby know. He took out his cellular phone and dialed.

“Yes?”

“I've got Bobby Ewing. Do you want me to bring him in, or what?”

“Of course.”

Gregor forcefully pushed Bobby toward a door at the end of the hall. He opened it and Bobby reluctantly walked in. At least now he would know who Gregor was working for—not that he didn't already have a good hunch…

“Hello Bobby.” Rex Wentworth smiled and walked toward him.

“What the hell is this about?” Bobby pulled free of Gregor's grasp and walked to Rex.

“Do come sit down.” Rex retook his seat and Bobby took a seat in an overstuffed chair that was positioned across from Rex's desk.

“I want an explanation.”

Rex folded his hands together and leaned forward. “I've always considered myself to be a very generous man. How does a vacation sound to you Bobby?”

“What kind of sick prank are you trying to pull?”

“I'll get directly to the point. You're going to take a short trip to Europe, without your family. It's a solo trip. You'll simply tell Pam that you need some time away…”

“Like hell.”

Rex grinned and moved closer, talking in a loud whisper. “You see Bobby, like hell is how Pam's life will be once she's lost her precious Grace.”

Bobby's eyes widened. “If you touch one hair on Grace or Pam's head, you'll regret the day you ever set foot in Dallas.”

“Oh, Bobby. I wouldn't have the blood of a child on my hands—no, no, no. But, I don't think your nanny is quite that kind.” Rex produced a remote control and a television in the corner of the room turned on. “If you'll direct your attention to that screen. What you're seeing is a live feed from Southfork.”

Bobby's face froze in terror as he watched Grace's nanny, Nelda; approach the baby with a pillow. Nelda waved into the camera. “You bastard…” Bobby lunged forward and grabbed Rex's collar.

“Careful Bobby. I strongly recommend you let go, or else Grace goes right now…” Knowing he was against the wall, Bobby let go. “Thank you. Now, it doesn't take long without oxygen for a child to develop brain damage. Much longer and she would simply suffocate and die. Poor Nelda, distraught, would run to find Pam, saying that she found poor Grace dead. It would all be blamed on SIDS, Sudden Infant Death Syndrome—happens sometimes you know.”

“Leave Grace alone. I'll do anything you want as long as she's not hurt—just leave her alone.”

“Good choice Bobby. I didn't think you were a man that would allow his daughter to die, if you could possibly prevent it. Fortunately, in this case you can.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“The first step is to call Pam and tell her you're going to Europe. I don't care what the excuse is, just do it. But, if I even think you're hinting to her at what's really going on, I won't hesitate to give Nelda the go-ahead.”

Bobby stared ahead. His contempt for this man had reached new levels. He silently nodded, feeling defeated. What could he do?

Rex handed Bobby a mobile phone and Bobby reluctantly dialed the number. Theresa answered. “Theresa, is Pam there?”

“Yes sir, I'll get her for you.”

A few seconds later, Pam picked up the phone. There was an icy tone in her voice. “Hello?”

“Pam…”

“Bobby, I am not ready to talk about this! It hurts too much.”

“I understand.” Bobby paused and looked at Rex. There had to be some secret way he could let Pam know what was going on. Rex motioned for him to continue. “Pam, I don't know…quite how to say this…but, I'm…leaving town.”

“What? So you think running away from the problem will make it go away?”

“No…I just need some time to think…I'm going to Europe to get some time to myself.”

“Bobby Ewing, you have a daughter and son in Dallas who need you…”

“I know Pam.” Bobby needed to somehow tell Pam that Nelda was a danger to Grace. But how? He wondered if he'd ever see them again. What did Rex have planned for him?

Rex signaled for Bobby to finish the conversation.

“Pam, I love you. You have to know that. We'll work out these problems when I get back. Tell Grace and Christopher…tell them that I love them.”

“I can't believe you're doing this. I guess this is goodbye.”

“I have to go. Goodbye Pam.”

“Bye,” Pam said, with coldness in her voice.

Rex applauded. “Very good Bobby.”

“There. You've got your way. Promise me that Grace will not be hurt.”

“I have no reason to wish any harm on your daughter now. You've done what I wanted you to.”

“I want to know why I'm supposed to go to Europe.”

“You'll find out more when you get there. Gregor, would you so kindly escort Mr. Ewing to his hotel room? Please make sure he's at the airport by nine in the morning. My pilot will be waiting.”

Gregor nodded. “Sure thing Rex. Come on Ewing.”

Bobby paused for a moment as Pam suddenly appeared on the monitor. At Southfork, she picked up Grace and cradled her. Bobby could see tears in Pam's eyes. Pam's voice came across the speaker—a whisper, but still audible. “Oh Bobby, I do love you…”

“I love you too Pam.” He followed Gregor out of the room, unsure about whether or not he'd ever see her again—but, he knew he would always love her.

A Plane

The thought of J.R. Ewing made Todd clench his fists. He was already on his third drink, and the slight buzz he was feeling only made him more infuriated. To think that J.R. would actually spend the time and the effort to dig into his past, find out about the prostitution, just to ruin any chance of happiness that he had with Janice! Todd stopped himself: That behavior didn't surprise him at all. It was typical J.R. But he was not going to let that old bastard get away with it.

Todd motioned for the stewardess, his thoughts solely on the gun that he had at home.

The Barnes Residence: The Guesthouse

Cally prayed that the knock at her door was in no way connected with J.R., Miss Ellie, or any member of the Ewing family for that matter. When she saw Sue Ellen, she breathed a sigh of relief: it was a friend.

“Hi,” Cally said, answering the door. “Boy, am I glad to see you.”

Sue Ellen gave a perfunctory smile and walked in the door. Cally could tell that there was something wrong. In a strange way, she welcomed Sue Ellen having a problem. It would certainly be an escape from her own.

“What's wrong?”

“Can I stay here tonight?” Sue Ellen said, dodging the question.

“Sure.” Cally paused, a little uneasy. “Sue Ellen, what's wrong?”

“I have some good news,” she said, again avoiding the question. She did not seem pleased even though she was supposedly bearing bad news. “J.R. is going to drop the suit.”

“WHAT?” Cally nearly screamed. She was NOT expecting this.

“He's dropping it. I had some words with him. You should be notified tomorrow. If not, let me know.” She was almost acting blasé about the whole thing.

“What happened?” Cally's eyes were still bulging. Sue Ellen did not jump with a response. “Sue Ellen, WHAT happened?”

“Our wonderful ex-husband,” she said, sitting on the couch and crossing her arms, “had a little plot to drive you crazy.” She didn't care about anything. Why shouldn't Cally know? What did anything matter? Jack had betrayed her.

“Say that again,” Cally said, still in disbelief.

“The bastard was trying to drive you insane. He hired someone to do it and everything.”

“You mean I'm not crazy!?” Cally actually jumped. “There's nothing wrong with me?”

“There never was. The problem, as is always the case, lies with J.R.”

Cally's shock had not worn off. “He's going to drop the case? Really?”

Sue Ellen couldn't help but smile. Cally's overwhelming joy made her realize that some good DID come out of this mess. “Cally, did you hear me? He tried to drive you crazy!”

“I don't understand…..I just can't believe that it's over….”

“Not as far as I'm concerned, or for that matter, as you should be too. What about this don't you understand?” Now Sue Ellen was getting a little frustrated. Why wasn't Cally mad? Why wasn't anyone mad and why were things so damn unfair? “He paid someone to drug you. Those calls from the hospital and Justin's school---his henchwoman intercepted them. There was never anything wrong with you. He had Miss Ellie, Clayton, the whole family fooled.”

Cally sat down. It was registering with her. “Intercepted my calls?”

“With some device. Apparently the woman's some big time French spy woman or something. She broke in here routinely. She was the one that switched those paintings around. She stole your mail. There was never anything wrong with you.”

“How? I don't understand….”

“It's J.R. The impossible strangely becomes possible whenever he's involved.”

“How did you find this out?”

“You have to thank Jack for that,” Sue Ellen said dryly. She was not about to go into the whole story. She was still too angry. She was hurt dammit! How could Jack do that to her, after knowing how she felt about cheating? He knew what J.R. had done to her all those years ago still haunted her. She looked at Cally's liquor cabinet. NO, she told herself. NO.

“I still don't understand…”

“He befriended the woman, got her to confess everything….listen, it doesn't matter. But I confronted J.R., and bagged him. He's going to drop that suit or that tape is going right to Miss Ellie. He knows I'm not bluffing.”

“Thank you,” Cally said. She walked over to Sue Ellen and embraced her. There was a tear forming in her eye. Sue Ellen accepted the hug. It was comforting.

After a moment, the two pulled away from each other. “Why aren't you angry? I can't believe that you're not going insane right now. If I were you…”

“I don't care about J.R. right now. All I care about is the fact that Justin's going to stay with me. They'll be plenty of time to get angry later. He ain't going to get away with this. I reckon I'll be feeling different tomorrow. But right now all I care about is Justin. He's not going anywhere.” She smiled.

Sue Ellen supposed that she had a point. It couldn't hurt to try to put aside all the bad things, if just for a night. She knew they would haunt her again in the morning.

Near Stefan's Cabin

“I was hoping that getting back to civilization would calm your nerves and lift your spirits, Angel.” Stefan caressed her face and smiled at the blonde.

Angel stared out at the snow. “Yeah? Well it's hard for my spirits to stay lifted when I have no idea who I am. Stefan, this is so frustrating, I don't know if I can bear it another day!”

“Peace will come to you. You are deserving.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“You awakened from your sleep—you slept for years...there were times when I did not think you would ever awaken, but you did. That was a miracle. Another miracle will surely come to you.”

“I'm glad someone is optimistic. I've had…dreams, but I never remember them the next morning. It's like my memory is trying to come back to me, but it just stays there out of reach, taunting me.”

“The day will come when you are able to reach out and grasp it—and then you will remember.”

“I don't want to wait for that day…I have to know now!”

Stefan was upset by Angel's sudden irritation and obsession with finding out her identity. That obsession meant trouble for him. It meant that she might someday leave him and he knew he wasn't ready for that day—he wasn't ready to lose his Angel.

“Angel, please…”

“And why are you calling me that! You don't know my name…I don't know my name!”

“You are my angel.”

“I'm not anything! I don't even know you or know who you are.”

“Please, calm down. It is not good for you to be so frustrated and upset, so soon after you awakened.”

Despite Stefan's warnings, Angel couldn't help it. The frustration was beginning to get to her. She had to remember…

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