Emily: I handled the rest of your release paperwork and arranged for the pharmacy to deliver your meds to Wyndemere.
Lucky: Okay. Em, slow down. It's not a race.
Emily: No, I know. I just want to make sure that everything is handled before you get to my place.
Lucky: Em?
Emily: Oh, God, I forgot your P.T. Schedule from the therapist. I'll be right back, okay?
Lucky: Wait -- oh, hey. My -- she's acting really weird.
Elizabeth: Yeah, well, she's trying really hard not to think about the rape.
Lucky: Yeah, well, at least while I'm at Wyndemere, I can make sure she eats and sleeps.
Elizabeth: And who's going to take care of you? The doctor says you need to get a lot of rest.
Lucky: Em is obviously in more trouble than we thought, and I think it's best if I help her.
Emily stumbles in the elevator stopping it by pushing the buttons. She has a flashback of Connor raping her and begins to screams.
Elizabeth: So I'm beginning to think that you moving into Wyndemere is a bad idea.
Lucky: Well, then where should I go while I recover?
Elizabeth: You could stay with me.
Lucky: No, you know what? You have Cameron, plus you have a full-time job. Besides, you and I both know that Emily can't be alone. She needs to be with somebody and I think I make her feel safe.
Elizabeth: Right. Well, you know, the last time she was at Wyndemere, Connor was staying there and she can't feel comfortable about the place.
Lucky: Wyndemere was Emily's home with Nikolas and I think it's the best place for her to heal.
Elizabeth: No. Lucky, she needs professional help. Taking care of you is only going to keep her in denial.
Emily: Hey, the car is waiting downstairs.
Lucky: Great.
Emily: You guys were talking about me, weren't you?
Lucky: Hey, we're just really worried about you. I mean, you're -- you're so worn out. These past few months, you know --
Emily: Listen, I'm never too tired to help a friend.
Lucky: Okay. Then as of this moment, I'm all yours, all right?
Emily: Okay.
Elizabeth: Hey, call me later, okay?
Lucky: Yeah, sure.
Elizabeth: Bye.
Lucky: Bye.
Elizabeth: I'm just afraid that Emily's taking on too much by helping Lucky.
Ric: What, do you think she's doing more harm than good?
Elizabeth: Lucky almost died. He needs a lot of help to get well, and yet he's fixated on helping Emily. And what he doesn't realize is the best way to help her is to encourage her to just focus on herself? And between A.J.'s and Michael's death and Nikolas being in prison, the girl can't take any more pressure.
Ric: Right, so you told them both how you feel?
Elizabeth: For all the good it did. I don't know what to do. I got to get through to them. I guess I'll just go to Wyndemere every day if I have to.
Ric: I'd expect nothing less. Listen, Elizabeth -- you are a remarkable woman, and your friends are very lucky to have you.
Emily: Okay, Lucky, sit and rest. You've had way too much exertion.
Lucky: Em, it was just a haircut.
Emily: Okay, sit down. You're supposed to be recovering, not taking side trips to the barber.
Lucky: Well, I've just been hiding behind that hair and getting a cut kind of gives me a fresh look at life.
Mrs. Lansbury: Welcome home, Mrs. Cassadine.
Emily: Thank you.
Mrs. Lansbury: The tea and snack you asked for.
Lucky: Oh, God, that looks great.
Emily: No, wait -- it's not enough. Lucky's trying to heal. He needs more than a few finger sandwiches.
Mrs. Lansbury: I thought we'd start with this and then you could decide on supper.
Skye: Well. I see the patient is feeling better.
Lucky: Hey. Skye, it's so good to see you.
Skye: Likewise. I'm really glad to see you out of the hospital.
Emily: Hey, Skye, it's really good to see you. I'm so happy that you came by, but Lucky's recovering. He really needs to rest.
Skye: Oh, of course, yes. I just wanted to deliver this first.
Lucky: It's from my dad.
Skye: Yeah. I found it at the Haunted Star. He must've written it before he left town.
Lucky: "Cowboy, I've gone to hunt for Helena, so I'm going to drag her back and get your brother free from prison. Take care of yourself. I love you."
Skye: I'm sure Luke is going to manage to find Helena. Nikolas should be getting out of prison soon it looks like.
Emily: Luke shut off your life-support. He got Faith out of prison and she murdered Michael.
Lucky: Em, would you just calm down, okay?
Emily: Look, you can't erase what he did by freeing Nikolas. The last thing that I need is help from your father.
Lucky: What was that about?
Emily: I'm just so tired of your father's selfishness, Lucky. He couldn't even come here and face you himself!
Lucky: Em, I don't need him to.
Emily: You need to stop protecting him, Lucky. Luke is a taker, okay? He is arrogant, he's narcissistic.
Skye: Hey, hey, Luke may be flawed, but --
Emily: But he's more than flawed, Skye. He's the one who caused all of this. He's the one who asked Connor to pose as Nikolas, who said that it would look more convincing if we got close. The truth is that Luke wants Helena to be free so that he can keep playing, what, this -- this endless game of one-upmanship, Lucky! It's his reason for living! Luke Spencer doesn't give a damn about you or Lucky or anyone else on this Earth except for himself.
Emily proceeds to rip up the letter from Luke as she rants about him.
Skye: I'm so sorry I upset you, Emily.
Emily: No, Skye. I'm sorry for going off like that. I know that Luke is important to you and you have every right to want to defend him.
Skye: You know what? You guys both look exhausted. I'm going to go so you can get some rest, okay? Love you, Emily.
Emily: I love you, too. Skye, I'm so sorry.
Skye: Oh, please. As far as I'm concerned, it's already forgotten.
Lucky: Hey, thanks for delivering the letter.
Skye: Oh, sure. See you guys later.
Emily: Bye. Oh, God, Lucky, I'm so sorry. You're supposed to be recovering in peace, and here I am on your first night here flipping out and saying horrible things about your father.
Lucky: No, it's okay. You know what? You deserve to vent if you're feeling that way.
Emily: I'm just a little tired.
Lucky: Why don't you go and try to get some rest?
Emily: I can't. Lucky, my mind starts racing every time I close my eyes and I start thinking about Nikolas and everything that's happened since he was locked up.
Lucky: I know. It's okay -- hey. You know what? It's okay. Just let it go. I'm here.
Emily is having nightmare about being in the darkened General Hospital wearing the dress from her rape. She is being chased by a psycho wheelchair and into the elevator where she starts screaming.
Emily: No!
Emily screams.
Emily: No! No! No!
Lucky: It's me.
Emily: Get away from me!
Lucky: Emily, it's me.
Emily: Get away from me!
Lucky: It's Lucky. Hey.
Emily: Get away!
Lucky: Hey, it's okay. Hey, it's okay. You're safe. Emily? Emily, you're safe. It's okay. Hey. It's okay. Come here. Come here. Emily, you're safe. It's okay.
Emily: I was being chased. It was dark and my legs wouldn't move fast enough. It's like I can't close my eyes for a second without being haunted. God, Lucky, I feel like I'm coming apart.