AT THE BRADY PUB:

“Roman,” Anna said kissing him on the cheek and sitting down in the booth next to him. “Hi Marlena and John. It’s so nice to see you.”

“Yes, it is, Anna, but if you don’t mind I’d like it if we could save the pleasantries for a later time and you tell us what you know about where our daughter is,” Marlena said.

“Of course. Umm... well... now I only heard bits and pieces, but I was outside Tony’s office…” Anna said before self-consciously pausing as she looked at Roman.

“Go on,” Roman said nodding.

“Anyway, I heard Tony say that Sami was being held captive in New Orleans,” Anna said.

“New Orleans?” Marlena asked.

“Just like Maison Blanche,” John said.

“Oh, I can’t believe I didn’t think of it when we were there before,” Marlena said with astonishment. “John, you were in that coma and we were searching for Sami at this old mansion there, but we stopped because Belle called and said you were in trouble so we raced back to see you. I wonder if Sami’s been at that place this whole time. Oh, I feel so guilty.”

“I’m going to go call my pilot right now and get my jet fired up so we can head to New Orleans,” John said as he got out of the booth to make the call.

“It’s not your fault, Doc,” Roman said comforting Marlena. “If she’s there, we’ll find her and we’ll bring her home.”

"Roman, if it's all right, I'd like to go with you and help you search," Anna said.

"But what about fashion week?" Roman asked. "You have that business trip."

"This business is more important," Anna said smiling.

John closed his flipphone shut and informed them that his jet would be ready by the time they got to the airstrip outside of Salem. The group was just about to walk out of the pub when a familiar face stopped them in their tracks.

“If the four of you are headed to New Orleans then I’m coming with you,” Kate Roberts said.

AT MAISON BLANCHE:

Tony walked up to the front door of Maison Blanche to find Bart ostensibly on guard out front but in reality guarding nothing except his private thoughts as he was totally engrossed by the nondescript glossy men’s magazine in his hands and the pictures of the Brazilian centerfold inside.

“Bart, doing a bang up job as always I see,” Tony said startling Bart.

Bart shoved the magazine behind his chair.

“Sorry boss,” Bart said nervously. “I was just…”

“Save your excuses,” Tony said tersely as he opened up the front door not giving Bart another look, walked inside and slammed the door shut. “I’m not in the mood.”

Tony sighed as he entered, then frowned as he noticed the figure passed out on the couch. He walked over to the couch to find Rolf slumped over and started smacking his face around trying to see if he was conscious. Slowly, Rolf began to lift his head and awaken.

“What is going on here?” Tony said.

“Huh? I don't know what's going on. I’m sorry,” Rolf said. “I don’t know what came over me. I just needed to take a little nap and I…”

“Where’s Sami?” Tony asked.

“Oh, she’s upstairs with E.J., sir,” Rolf said.

“Good,” Tony said. “We need to make sure she stays out of sight because we’re going to be having a visitor here very shortly.”

“Who is coming?” Rolf asked.

“The half-wit Lucas Roberts is coming for his precious Sami. Finally. I guess after all these months of trying to numb the pain of life without her with booze he decided to try looking for her again because he’d rather endure the pain of life with her sober,” Tony said. “We can’t let that happen. We have to…”

But a rumbling car engine outside the mansion stopped Tony from finishing.

“Damn. He's already here,” Tony said running over to the front door. “Bart, get the hell out of here. And don’t let them see you.”

“Sure thing, boss,” Bart said running away in the direction of some woods behind the mansion.

Tony shut the door and sighed.

“What do you want to do, sir?” Rolf asked.

“Get in the fireplace,” Tony said. “We’re just going to have to wait this out and hope that Lucas gives up on his search for Sami just as quickly as last time. I hope that worthless brother of mine can keep Sami occupied up in the attic until he leaves.”

“What if Lucas finds them?” Rolf asked.

“Then we’ll just have to hold him captive, too, until my father’s blood transfusion can go through,” Tony said. “I’m not going to let anything or anyone stand in the way of my father’s health being restored. He’s all I have left.”