'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: No sign.
Emily: There will be.
Lucky: Emily --
Emily: No. He can't be dead, Lucky. I won't believe it.
Mary: Oh, Connor, thank God. I was so worried about you. Where were you?
'Connor': I'm sorry.
Mary: That's all right. Where did you go?
'Connor': For some air, some perspective. Look -- look, I don't want to minimize how difficult this must be for you, okay? But you know what? At least you have some frame of reference, okay? I'm so scared, I'm just -- just flying blind here, okay? I don't have one single memory of -- of you, of this marriage -- or this place that we have together that you say was our refuge, not one! You -- you are Mary Bishop. And I'm your husband. And the two of us are strangers to me. I thought if I -- I thought if I took a walk that maybe it would jog my memory.
Mary: Did it?
'Connor': Oh, I saw -- I saw the aftermath of a -- a car wreck, and I don't know.
Mary: What?
'Connor': I don't know, it affected me somehow, I don't know.
Mary: Well, that makes sense. You were in Iraq. I -- well, you must have seen wrecked cars all the time. It must have brought back a war memory. Did you see anything else?
'Connor': I walked to the edge of the river. It seemed -- I don't know, it seemed familiar to me.
Mary: That doesn't surprise me, either. We used to stroll along that river in the moonlight.
'Connor': And then there's this cross. Oh.
Mary: What about it?
'Connor': Of all the things I've seen and heard, this has the most resonance. It's like -- it's like it's trying to tell me something or help me remember. It matters to me somehow. You know why?
Emily: I saw this reflecting off the moonlight and for a moment, I thought it was the cross that I gave Nikolas before he left.
Lucky: Emily, it's a piece of glass.
Emily: Not necessarily. Maybe it's a sign to keep looking. Nikolas was here, lucky, I can feel it. Maybe he didn't fall or stumble into the river and it just looks like he did.
Lucky: No, Emily. The river is where we found his jacket.
Emily: I know, but that does not mean that Nikolas is dead.
Lucky: Nikolas is my brother, Emily, and I love him, too. No one other than you wants him back more. I've got every man available doing everything they can possibly do, but there comes a time when you need to face reality.
Emily: All right -- no. Uh-uh, no, Lucky. No negative thoughts. Everyone thought Nikolas died in the fire -- you remember that? But we were wrong. Nikolas survived, Lucky, because that's what he does. He is strong and he is beautiful and in spite of his awful family, Nikolas loves me. He won't leave me. He would fight to live with everything that he has got.
Lucky: Shh. Emily, you've been through so much already. Why don't you just -- it's been enough to last a lifetime. Just stop and breathe, all right?
Emily: All right.
Lucky: You know what? I'm going to take you over to General Hospital so one of your parents can check you out.
Emily: No, no. Lucky, I'm going to keep looking for him.
Lucky: Emily, let me and my men do our job.
Emily: Okay, fine, Lucky. All this means is that I'm waiting somewhere else because Nikolas is coming home.
Lucky: Yeah.
Mary: We were one in a billion. It was love at first sight, and it was -- it was smooth sailing from there. Before the war, we were so blessed. We had no obstacles, nothing to stand in our way. And then you were called to Iraq. I thought I was prepared, but I was terrified. You'd been my life for so long, I couldn't imagine it without you. Anyway, my grandmother gave me that cross when I was a little girl. I wanted a piece of me you could take with you overseas, something you could wear and touch.
'Connor': Something about that sounds right.
Mary: I told you that whenever you felt the cross over your heart, you knew I was thinking about you. Not that I ever stopped thinking about you. You were in my heart all day, every day. No matter what I was doing, I kept you with me.
'Connor': Tell me about our wedding.
Mary: May 7, 1998 -- the happiest day of my life. To call our ceremony small would be kind. It was just you and me, a minister, and Katie -- my best friend. She took the pictures.
'Connor': Were we married in a chapel?
Mary: "Chapel" sounds too fancy. It was a little country church. We couldn't afford anything bigger, and my dress was secondhand but, oh, it was beautiful. Moving in it felt like floating, but that was probably just the way you were looking at me.
'Connor': What else?
Mary: You looked really handsome in your uniform.
'Connor': My uniform?
Mary: You enlisted right out of high school, and you promised you would come back and marry me. You did. Our wedding was small but perfect. Oh, you bought me the most beautiful bouquet -- it was white freesia and orchids, the most heavenly smell, my favorite scent ever. And what else? Well, we both forgot our vows and -- and the rings got mixed up, and on the way out of the church, I tripped on my hem and tore it. It was perfect.
'Connor': It sounds like it was.
Mary: Hmm.
'Connor': May I see the photos? Maybe seeing us together on our wedding day will -- will make it come alive for me.
'Connor': You just -- you just said your friend took --
Mary: There was a fire, a terrible fire. We lost everything except each other -- all of our photographs, our keepsakes, things that represented our memories. That's why I was so freaked out when you were called to Iraq. All of a sudden, there was no evidence of us. You were gone and all of our things -- you promised we'd make new memories. I was so afraid that we'd never get a chance.
'Connor': Kind of ironic since new memories are all I can give you. What kinds of things did we like to do?
Mary: Be together. We never went out unless we had to, and whenever you got leave, we'd -- we'd come up here. In the summertime, we'd take a blanket out on the porch and we'd make love and fall asleep under the stars. And when it was cold out, we'd grab a bunch of books and we'd curl up by the fireplace and -- and we'd read out loud to each other the news, a poem, passages from a novel.
'Connor': Well, what you're describing is so beautiful. Why are you crying?
Mary: Tears of joy. I was so alone here for so long and now you're back. Oh. You must be starving. Let me heat up the pot roast.
'Connor': No. No, I'm not hungry.
Mary: I'll make us some tea, then.
'Connor': Okay.
Mary: Don't go away again.
'Connor': I'll be right here.
Mary: Here we go. Orange spice with two sugars and a splash of milk.
'Connor': Thank you.
Mary: Mm-hmm.
'Connor': I don't like it.
Mary: Really?
'Connor': Hmm.
Mary: Well, that is strange. I've been thinking. Once you're well enough to travel, I think we should move. There's nothing left for us here but one-sided memories, and we could get another little place in the country, make a whole new start.
'Connor': Absolutely not.
Emily: Dear God, I've made so many terrible mistakes. This whole nightmare got set into motion because of my weakness and my indecision. And Zander died because he loved me. Please, please, dear God, keep Nikolas safe so that we can have a second chance. And wherever he is, if you could please just send him a sign that I love him.
'Connor': I want my memory back. And something tells me that could only happen here, where we -- where we shared the life that you've been telling me about.
Mary: It could take a long time.
'Connor': I don't care.
Mary: Well, then neither do I. We'll stay right here.
'Connor': Wait. It must be so strange for you. We were soul mates, two people who found love the first time out. It's like I was never there.
Mary: I know you were.
'Connor': Oh, God. I must have loved you a lot to abandon my duty to get all the way back to you.
Mary: The man I married loved me more than anything in this world.
'Connor': I know. Then I guess I'll have to learn to love you all over again. Kiss me. Kiss me.