It seemed he was his own raft, a human bullet that had hit a tube in the wall a foot below the opening that he had just fallen through…slid down that tube into the planned opening into the Port Charles River……..
No wait. Not fallen.
Propelled himself….with the wide knowing grin he had favored since his resurrection….All so that his greatest enemy and his greatest desire should both believe him dead.
Should he tell his mother? He was alternately swimming and floating in the cold waters until he spotted a quiet bit of bank and pulled himself over.
It was clear she had loved him enough to succeed where many had failed…
But wasn't that his *due?*
He was pleased to look into her still amazing eyes, and note her adoration of him….
But was that enough?
No. It was not. This he would handle without her knowledge and consent, and therefore, without her interference.
The technology in the lab was lost, but the people who made it….weren't
He needed….He needed….
A kindred spirit! That was it.... and from the research begun by 'Lucien Kane,' he chuckled to himself…..he knew just where to look.
It had begun of course, with Mother's dear sister. Damaris Chamberlain…
And her son, Ryan.
