Who Am I? Presumption Junction Edition 1
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1. In 1985, my stand-up, law-enforcer self was shocked to learn that my long-time best friend, Sean Donely, had gone bad when he was blinded by greed and tried to steal Felicia’s Aztec treasure. During a struggle in a cable car above the Canadian mountains, I lost my balance and fell out. But don’t feel bad — I later showed up at the treasure drop to catch my “friend” red-handed. (Happily, Sean later changed his devious ways.)
2. In 1976, I was a promising resident at G.H. when I volunteered for a six-month medical stint in Africa. But my plane crashed and I was held captive for 10 months by revolutionaries, where I was imprisoned and tortured as a spy. As you can imagine, I was glad to make it home — but not so glad to learn that my brother, Jeff, had married Monica, the woman I loved.
3. The son of mobster Victor Jerome, I was threatened by a rival mob family, so my father forced me to go into hiding. I was unable to tell my first love, Cheryl Stansbury, the truth and broke her heart. One day in 1988, when she visited my grave, I gave her the shock of her life! Sadly for me, she was in love with another man, Robert Scorpio, and we never did rekindle our romance.br>
4. I have to learn to stop changing my will. When I did it in 1989, I was presumed dead after a plane crash in the Caribbean and my children and grandchildren nearly cannibalized each other over my fortune. My beautiful wife never lost faith that one day I’d return and continued to have conversations with me (well, actually, with my portrait). Happily, I did indeed return to my beloved in 1991, though my heirs were a tad disappointed to see me, I suspect.
5. Don’t ever use the expression “See you next fall” with me! In 1998, I was in love with and engaged to Stefan Cassadine, but at our engagement ball, I learned that Stefan had fathered his “nephew,” Nikolas, with Laura and fell to my “death.” Unbeknownst to the town, I was secretly saved by Helena and nursed back to health while Stefan was tried — and acquitted — of my “murder.” Revived and angry (hell hath no fury like a woman fallen), I engaged in a sexual tryst with Nik, but when our affair hit the rocks, I pretended to be pregnant and trapped him into marrying me. On our wedding day in 1999, I was pushed off that damn parapet again. Some women never learn.
6. In 1968, after killing my mistress in a car accident, I became a fugitive from justice when I fled to Venezuela to escape charges in the case. (Ironically, I didn’t know the charges had been dropped.) Months later, my downtrodden wife, Jessie, was alerted that I’d been killed in a plane crash. It took nearly two years for me to recover from my injuries, but I returned to town in disguise, believing I was still a wanted man. I was so stunned to learn that Jessie had married her “friend” Peter Taylor that I crashed my car, requiring brain surgery. Jessie — did I mention she was a nurse? — recognized me and fainted. She dumped Peter for me, but we still couldn’t make it work and sadly, both ended up alone.
7. In 1985, I flew off to Australia to begin life anew with my husband, Robert, but unfortunately, after he came to meet me, he returned to Port Charles with the news of my demise in a plane crash. But in 1992, Robert was attending a birthday party for his brother, Mac, in New York City, which was being hosted by my neighbor, Dominique Taub. During a blackout, he caught a glimpse of me by candlelight. I told him the truth: I wasn’t on that plane. I’d gone to England, was in a car accident and had lingered in a coma. When I awoke, I found out that he’d married his ex-wife, Anna, so I decided to live my life without him. Oh, well….
8. I was presumed dead in the fire that claimed the Port Charles Hotel in 2004. But being the wily coyote that I am, I managed to convince the town that I was a charred corpse while I escaped with a fortune in treasure and headed to a tropical island. No one would have known I’d gotten away with it, but I just had to rub it in to my bitter rival, Luke Spencer, so I sent him a videotape proving I was alive, just to get his goat.
9. In 1984, I was driving home from the hospital, where I had spent most of my career as a dedicated doctor, when my car skidded off an icy road and I was killed in the ensuing crash. My husband was so devastated that he married another woman that same year. (But that’s another story!) Twelve years later, it was revealed that my near-lifeless body had been whisked away by Stefan, who held me captive in a drug-induced, catatonic state in Switzerland. Then, to keep me safe from Stefan, my daughter, Laura, faked both of our deaths. That ruse was short-lived, though. No longer a doctor, I spend most of my time these days enjoying my grandchildren.
10. In 2002, “business rival,” Luis Alcazar, showed up in town and ordered an “associate” of mine, Roy DiLucca, to kill me, or else he’d see that harm would come to DiLucca’s loved ones. Luckily, Roy tuned out to be a good egg and filled me in on the plan. So, we hatched our own scheme and faked my death by making it look like the “hit” was authentic. I surprised everyone by resurfacing when the bastard shot Jax, so I shot him. Luis survived, but not for much longer. Shows you what happens when you’re not a “good” bad guy. Who am I?
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