Emily quietly opened the door of her hospital room and looked out into the hallway. Down the hall at the nurse's station, she could see Amy doing paperwork. At the other end of the hallway, the lights were out in the playroom. Emily snuck down the hall and prepared to open the door.

"Hold it."

She froze with her hand on the knob. She held up her hands innocently.

"Forget it, you're caught."

Emily turned around to see Mark grinning.

"Very funny."

He shrugged. "What are you doing out of your room?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you the same question?"

Mark quickly changed the subject asking, "so, how are you feeling?"

"Fine I guess."

"You scared everybody, you know." Mark hesitated. "Including me."

Emily could feel red creeping into her cheeks.

"Come on," he said, opening the door to the playroom. "Knowing the nurses, they won't know that we're gone for another few hours."

Emily walked into the playroom and glanced around. A small television was set up in the corner. A children's table was in the center of the room and held various puzzles. A shelf with books, magazines, and games stood against one of the walls. A couch sat opposite the television. Emily turned the lamp on to the lowest notch, causing the light in the room to be dim, not wanting to be caught out of her room. She sat down on the couch and waited as Mark propped his crutches against a wall.

"How much longer will you have to wear that?"

Mark shrugged. "Hopefully not that long. I'm getting pretty sick of lugging this around."

Emily laughed.

"How long until you get outta here?"

Emily grew quiet. "I hope not anytime soon."

"Why's that? I would think that you'd be happy to get out of this place."

"I don't want to go back home, although, I wouldn't exactly call it home anymore."

"You seem to have a lot of people that really care about you. Especially that boyfriend of yours."

"Who, Lucky? He's not my boyfriend. Just a…friend."

A moment passed before Mark responded. "Good."

Emily looked up at Mark, unsure of what he was saying.

"I want to know you, Emily. I want to know what you're thinking, what you're feeling."

Emily shook her head. "No you don't, Mark. My thoughts are too deep for you to understand."

"Give it a try, you might be surprised."

Elizabeth hummed to herself as she walked down the hall to her room.

The radio was playing in her sister's room, and she stood outside the doorway.

"What are you doing?" she wanted to know

"What does it look like?"

Sarah continued to fold clothes and pack them away in her suitcase.

"Well, it's pretty obvious what you're doing, but the question is why. Where are you going?"

"Back home."

"What?" Elizabeth exclaimed.

"You heard me, Lizzie."

Elizabeth walked into the room and sat on the bed, watching as Sarah took clothes out of the dresser drawers and packed them into the suitcase. She glanced around the room. Sarah had already taken down most of her posters and her books were packed away. On the night table stood some pictures, but one was lying facedown. The one of Nikolas Cassadine.

"This is about Nikolas, isn't it?" Elizabeth asked, still looking at the night table.

"So, what if it is?"

"Sarah!" Lizzie exclaimed, not believing what she was hearing. "You're going home because a guy broke up with you?"

"He's not just a guy, Lizzie. I love him. But I guess I can't expect you to understand that."

"What I can't understand is why you're leaving Port Charles because of a Cassadine."

"I'm going, Lizzie. There's nothing that you can do to stop me, so just lay off."

Elizabeth threw up her hands in exasperation and left the room.

"Nikolas Cassadine, I warned you." She muttered. "You just made yourself another enemy."

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