'Connor' is the true character of Nikolas Cassadine however, he has amnesia and believes that he is Connor Bishop.
'Connor' is the true character of Nikolas Cassadine however, he has amnesia and believes that he is Connor Bishop.
Lucky: I remember this woman. Her name is Mary. She lives alone. She couldn't tell me anything.
Mary: You're back. How can I help you?
Emily: I'm sorry to bother you again, but I left my scarf when I was here earlier.
Lucky: Allow me.
Mary: Thank you. If you had shown up 10 minutes later, you would've caught me in bed. Gathering wood is the last thing I do every night before I go to sleep. Mornings here can be pretty brutal.
Mary: Here's your scarf.
Emily: Thank you, and I apologize again. I know it's late, but this was a Christmas gift from Nikolas, and I couldn't stand to be without it.
Mary: I understand exactly what you mean.
Emily: I suppose you would. I told you that Mary lost her husband in Iraq.
Lucky: Oh, I'm sorry.
Mary: It's the worst thing that ever happened to me. But, believe it or not, time does heal. I know it's the oldest cliché in the book, but it's true. Time is the only thing that helps.
Emily: No, that would be Nikolas coming home to me safe and whole, but thank you, Mary. I know it's late. You should probably get to sleep.
Mary: Yeah. Good night.
Emily: Good night.
Lucky: Here's my card. Please call day or night if you come up with anything that might help us find Nikolas.
Mary: Of course.
'Connor': You lied to me.
'Connor': You told me that scarf was yours. Now I find out it belongs to the woman who lost her boyfriend in that car wreck? What's going on?
Mary: That woman, Emily -- she -- she was here earlier looking for any sign of her boyfriend and some hope. And she was in a lot of pain, and I -- I felt for her, and I told her about you -- or, rather, the lie that you'd been killed.
'Connor': Okay, why -- why would you hide that from me?
Mary: I didn't want you to know that anybody had been here because I wanted you to feel safe here like nobody could find you, and I just didn't want you to panic and take off like you did last time. I can handle people coming here, but you -- you're still recovering. You don't even know who you are. I just -- I wanted to give you the time that you need to feel safe with me and the life that we're trying to piece back together.
'Connor': What about Boston? Did you make that story up, too?
Mary: No. No, we went to Boston, and I have the scarf that you got me in the bottom drawer of our bureau if you don't believe me.
'Connor': No, no, look, I don't want to accuse you or interrogate you, but now is not the time to lie to me.
Mary: I should have been honest, I know. But I just -- I don't know all the right things to say and do to keep you safe. Is it wrong for me to want things to go back to the way they were?
'Connor': No, no. Of course not, okay? But I'm back, you know? I'm here where you can touch me, and somehow that's not enough for you. I may have -- I may have no conscious memory, but from everything that you've told me, I have to believe that we were honest with each other. So tell me -- what's keeping you so sad?
'Connor': A complete stranger saw the sadness in your eyes. I'm your husband. Why can't you tell me?
Mary: A marine that I didn't know showed up on my door one night and told me that the man that I had built my life around was dead. From that moment, everything changed. I didn't believe it at first, and then I went through the motions of the proper widow -- a memorial, condolence calls from the officer's wives. I even went back to our hometown for a visit to the tree where we first kissed and the church where we were married. But inside, in my heart, I was waiting for footsteps on the porch and the key in the lock. No, please let me finish. I finally realized the reality that my husband was never coming back, that I would never hear him laugh, touch him and a hole opened up inside of me, a hole that got deeper and colder every day that we were apart.
'Connor': But I'm here now. I'm here now.
Mary: I know, and I'm terrified. What you see as sadness is really fear. I am so scared that I'm going to lose you again, and I swear, I think it would kill me.
'Connor': Here you go.
Mary: Thank you.
'Connor': Listen to me -- you don't have anything to worry about. I'm not leaving. You're my wife; this is our home. I mean, I may not recognize it, but it doesn't make it any less ours. And besides, where am I -- where am I going to go, anyway? It's not like I have another life waiting for me. Sorry, I guess -- I guess humor is not one of my strong points.
Mary: No, don’t. Stop that. You're actually very funny. It's just --
'Connor': No, you know what? I know, it's -- I know, it's me.
Mary: You?
'Connor': It's me. I've just been so focused on my -- on my anger and my confusion instead of how lucky I am to be home at all. I mean, I'm sure there are men who I fought with who didn't make it home. Tell you what -- we're going to -- we're going to flip roles, okay? You've been caring for me day and night. Now I'm going to take care of you for a little while.
Mary: Oh, I'd -- I’d like that very much.
'Connor': Okay.