Across town a plane was about to take off and a man watched as the woman next to him shut off her phone after reading and replying to a text message. She looked at him and caught his smile.


"Just thinking about how much trouble you could get into right now."

"Oh really, Aaron," the girl questioned.

"It wasn't my idea and it wasn't like I could use Alexander."

"True. That would've been a little too weird," she smiled at him.

"You have to wonder though," Aaron smiled.

"About what?"

"What people who knew Emily and Zander would be thinking right now."

"They'd be thinking they're seeing a ghost just like they did when Becca first showed up and like Monica did yesterday when Rebecca and I both talked to her.

"Is Monica alright?

"Yeah she'll be fine. The hard part was convincing her not to tell anyone the whole story."

"And Rebecca?"

"She's pregnant and she's alone but she has a lot of money. She'll be fine working at the hospital."

"You sure you wouldn't rather ask to be assigned there instead of Paris?"

"Very sure. It's not like Becca and I have to get used to being apart. We've spent our lives that way."

"Except for last year when you spent six months recuperating together and then you both got sent to Port Charles to investigate the Cassadine threat that turned out to be nothing."

"It is odd that we were both nearly killed on the same day," she mused.

"It's probably a twin thing."

"Very funny. Besides I think Becca needs more time with the whole 'our parents aren't who we thought they were' thing than I do. This is the second time it's happening to her."

"Have you talked to her yet?"

"No. I got a contact number but I'm not sure if I want to use it yet."

"And Rebecca?"

"Like I said, she's still reeling. It's one thing to be told your parents sold you, which I still can't believe anyone bought because Paige would never have sold her own flesh and blood. It's another to find out that you were thought to be a miscarriage and then taken and implanted in two separate uteri."

"Technology is a frightening thing," Aaron mused.

"Says the agency's tech geek," she smiled teasingly at him.

"So I know of what I speak."

"Not to mention finding out you're the daughter of a spy and a mobster."

"Former mobster," he corrected her. "And from everything I've read, he was a good guy. He had to be. Your mom loved him."

"I know," she looked at her hands sadly.

"What is it?"

"I went to put flowers on his grave before and as I was leaving I saw Nikolas by my grave. It's odd to see a person standing over your grave."

"Especially when you aren't dead."

"Right. Anyway he said his present to me was that he was going to try and be a better man."

"Meaning he would stop nailing Elizabeth?"

"I hope so. I don't know what was worse. The case of nerves I had about going to Wyndemere with the purpose of telling him that yes, I am alive but no I would not be returning to him now or ever because I no longer loved him and I was engaged to be married to someone else, or peeking through the door and seeing him with Elizabeth on top of him. I wanted to claw her eyes out and not just because of Becca's feelings for him or the fact that she's going to have his kid, but because of Lucky too."

"You sure you didn't want to claw at her for you?"

"Nikolas Cassadine is my past."

"So was I at one point."

"Yes, but now you're my past, present, and future," she smiled.

"I like the sound of that," he picked up her hand and kissed her palm.

"So do I," she smiled.

Please fasten your seatbelts and return your seats and tray tables to an upright position.

"Well here we go."

"It'll be okay, Em," he whispered.

"I love you, Zander,"

"I love you, too."