Alan is sitting up in his bed at the hospital. He is anxious to be leaving soon but the doctors won’t allow him. He is still very weak and needs a lot more rehabilitation. Alan sighs and grabs a glass of water. When the water dribbles out of his mouth, he tries to throw the cup across the room. However, it falls to the floor and doesn’t break. He tries to yell in frustration when Emily walks in “Dad, what’s going on?” Emily asks anxiously.

“I want to get out of here. Hate it here.” Alan speaks slowly nad has to make an effort to ennunciate.

Emily pulls up a chair and sits down next to him. “Dad, you know we have to do this. You have to get better. You are the glue that holds all us Quartermaines together.” Emily smiles and kisses his cheek, “I myself need you to get better.”

Alan tries to smile but tears shine in his eyes, “Good daughter. Always.”

“You are the best father. All of us need you right now. I can’t imagine how frustrating this must be. You are getting poked and prodded endlessly. But it’s a means to an end. It will make you better.” Emily pushes back his hair and tries to hug him. She smiles at him softly. “I know you hate this, but we have to do this. Did your speech therapist come by today?” Alan nodded. “Good. Let’s work on some leg exercises. I would like to see if we can get you to take a short walk down the hall and then back. How does that sound? Would you like that?”

Alan nodded. Emily started his leg exercises. A half hour later, Emily had gotten Alan out of bed and had him up with a walker. They were moving slowly down the hall when ALan turned his head towards Emily. "Love you Em."

“I love you too Dad."

Lucky and Lulu are at the Spencer House cleaning things up for Laura’s return home from the hospital tomorrow. They had gone to the store to get food. Luke was not one to think of things like that. Now they were dusting, vacuuming, and doing laundry. They wanted Laura to come home and not have to worry about cleaning the house.

Lulu put down her dust rag, “I have to ask you Lucky. This has been bugging me now for a while. What is going on with you and Emily?”

Lucky stopped folding clothes, “Nothing is going on between me and Emily.”

Lulu snorted and folded her arms across her chest, “Coulda fooled me. It didn’t look like nothing when I saw you two in bed together.”

“It was a mistake.” Lucky mumbled, his eyes intent on the laundry.

“Oh don’t give me that crap.” Lulu said, “I saw you two with my own eyes. Lucky, Emily is Nikolas’ fiancée!”

Lucky looked up, “Ex.” He said succinctly.

“Whatever.” Lulu said scornfully. “You are still married to Elizabeth and Nikolas just ended a relationship with Emily. Have you even told Nikolas that you slept with Emily? Are you planning on telling your brother?” When Lucky didn’t answer she replied, “I didn’t think so. So why are you continually going after Elizabeth and blaming her for her mistakes? Or are you sticking to your Spencer roots and just won’t forgive her now. Because before you know, she will have moved on.”

Lucky threw the laundry down, “Lulu, you have no idea what you are talking about. She lied to me and made me believe we were having a child together. There aren't many more lies that are worse than that. Frankly Lulu, I just don't want to talk about this with you. This conversation is over." He went back to folding laundry when the doorbell rang. "Are you expecting anyone?"

"No." Lulu said.

Lucky stalked over to the door and angrily pulled it open. "Yeah, what do you want?"

“Are you Lucas Lorenzo Spencer, JR?”

“That’s me.”

“You’ve been served.” The man slammed some papers into Lucky’s hands. Lulu came up behind Lucky as he scanned the papers. He threw the papers down and swore. Lulu picked them up and read them.

“Oh my God Lucky, Elizabeth filed for divorce!” Lulu said, shocked.

Tracy woke up and looked around her. She moaned loudly, “Oh my head! It is killing me!” She noticed the peeling wallpaper that was stained yellow by years of nicotine. The green, brown and orange bedspread that she was under. She heard the shower running which just hurt her head more. However, she had no clue who she was with and how she got there. “Hey whoever you are get out here!” Tracy shouted.

Tracy heard the shower turn off and was shocked to see Robert step into the room in a towel. “Dear God, get some clothes on Scorpio. What are we doing here?”

“We are in a hotel Tracy. What do you think we did here?” Robert smirked. “Want me to spell it out for you?”

“You can’t be serious.” Tracy started to sit up but the bedspread started to slip down.

“Careful there Tracy. I believe you are as naked as a jaybird under there.” Robert informed her.

Tracy screeched, “What??? Are you suggesting what I think you are suggesting?”

“That the two of us had sex, made love, got horizontal…Whatever you want to call it Tracy. Yes I reckon we did.”

Tracy pulled her hair forward, “I do not believe you.”

Robert continued on like she hadn’t interrupted him, “Not once, not twice, but three times, my lady. You could not get enough of me. You even asked me if I brought handcuffs with me, which alas, I did not.” Robert sat down on the bed, “Next time I will though.”

With as much dignity as she could she half shouted, “There will never be another time Mr Scorpio. In fact, I am not sure there was even a first time. If we did, you must have forced yourself on me.”

“I am a man of the world Tracy and have never once had to force myself on a woman,” Robert said indiginedly. "Once we left my daughter's party, we went to MetroCourt and you down several drinks. I was going to bring you home but you started kissing me. In fact,Tracy you were the one who suggested we come to this hotel. You bought the condoms and the wine on your debit card. The receipts, I would imagine, are in your purse. All of this was your idea.”

“Give me my purse!” When Robert handed Tracy her purse, he also showed her the condom wrappers. She looked at the receipts and the realization of the night before began to sink in. She leaned back into the pillows as some of the memories came back. Robert was telling the truth, she had thrown herself at him. Again she moaned, “Oh I have such a hangover.”

Robert smirked, “I know just the cure….”

Tracy hit him with her purse, “Go to hell! You better not breath a word to this to anyone!”

“Nikolas! Nikolas! Where are you?” Alexis came stomping into Wyndemere yelling for her nephew. “Nikolas!”

Nikolas came out of his study and met Alexis in the living room, “Alexis what is it? Are you ok? Is it the kids?”

“Oh my God Nikolas. This was on my kitchen table this morning after I took the girls for a walk.” Alexis handed Nikolas a note and two pictures. "Look at this, I don't know what to do."

Nikolas looked at the pictures first. We see that they are pictures taken the day before of Alison holding Spencer in the very room they were standing in and another picture of Kristina and Molly at the park with their nanny. Nikolas looked at Alexis in horror, “Oh dear Lord, Helena.”

“Read the note Nikolas.” Alexis said frantically.

Nikolas read out loud, “Better watch the children. Because we are.” FREEZE FRAME