Lucky: I know everybody means well. And I am grateful for all the love. But if one more peon stops by my room with flowers or asks me even how I'm doing --
Emily: Well, I know, I know. Too much concern can start to feel like pressure.
Lucky: Yeah. I just want to get out of this place. I just want to get back to my room over Kelly’s, you know? Be it ever so humble.
Emily: Listen, I have a better idea. I've been thinking of moving back to Wyndemere. And you're not strong enough to stay alone. And god knows, there's plenty of room there. So why don't you just stay with me until you're fully recovered?
Lucky: I appreciate the offer, but I've done my time at Wyndemere. It's not exactly my idea of a fun place to live. Besides, you have enough to handle without supervising my recovery.
Emily: Oh, Lucky, it would help for me to feel like I was doing something productive. Listen, my motives aren't entirely unselfish here, you know. I mean, you're easy for me to be with. I don't feel like I have to keep up a facade, you know, assuring everybody that everything's going to be okay.
Lucky: I'm so glad you feel comfortable with me, but it doesn't -- it just doesn't fit right, me living at Wyndemere while you nurse me back to health?
Elizabeth: Wyndemere?
Emily: Yeah, I'm thinking about moving back. Oh, God. Looks like my parents are gearing up for another fight. I'll be right back.
Elizabeth: Do you see what's happening here? Emily is taking care of everyone but herself. She is way more fragile than she wants people to know, Lucky. She can't keep going on like this. Sooner or later, she's going to break.
Lucky: That night at the safe house, when we came back and we found Emily, the room, it was a wreck, and she said that she and Connor fought. She denied it, but it's true. Connor raped her, didn't he?
Elizabeth: That's something you're going to have to ask Emily.
Lucky: No. I already know. I think I've known all along.
Alan: I know exactly what the two of you are doing. You're feeling guilty because you didn't defend A.J.'s rights. You thought that Michael would be safe with Carly and Sonny. But I knew better, and you wouldn't listen to me.
Monica: Alan, will you calm down, please?
Alan: I'm going to make sure that Faith and Courtney pay for what they did.
Monica: Oh.
Emily: Oh, God. He's really hurting. What can I do?
Monica: Nothing, nothing. I've known Alan longer than I care to admit, and there's no reasoning with him when he's like this. He's just going to have to work through his grief the only way he knows how. So, when he's willing and able to accept help, he'll let you know.
Emily: Oh. Hey.
Lucky: That -- that painful?
Emily: Yeah, my family is coming apart at the seams. Sometimes I feel like everything I love is just disintegrating right in front of my eyes.
Lucky: I'm here. You know, and I could use your help. So, if that offer is still on the table for me to move back into Wyndemere --
Emily: Absolutely.
Lucky: Then I accept. Maybe we can take care of each other.