I guess if I’m never going to figure it out, I’m not even going to try. I suppose I’ll have to tell you. And that romance is never going to end, Doc. No, not on this honeymoon.
This one’s never going to end. You both are so cool. You lost the first one in Hawaii. Well, it’s not exactly as though I remember how that happened, Belle.
I’ll have my guys do a background check on it. I just wanted you to check that out, and he doesn’t want us here at all. And never let out. No!
Well, you were right, but I love Carrie, and if this is the price I have to pay, then so be it. It’s been busy these last few hours—last few days. What’s going on with you two? Oh, after all we’ve done, I’m afraid to admit that we actually owe Ali for our good fortune.
And I have told you I’m not going anywhere, not until I finish the job I started—the complete destruction of Carrie and Mike. Any statement? Reed, any comment on your illicit affair with Dr. Didn’t you hear what she said the first time?
But I don’t need— No, no, no, no. What’s the matter, Mother, Salem Place not good enough for you? How could I forget your penchant for natural fibers, your utter abhorrence of synthetics? The only thing fake on you is your smile.
I don’t understand why we’re languishing in this god-awful town when we could be in Manhattan shopping the boutiques of Madison Avenue instead of this wretched little mall. And for the last time, I am not going anywhere until my job here is done. How can I stay? Look, Carrie, just because I got rid of some reporter does not mean that I am on your side.
Then again, what does it matter? You should be treated like one. Ah, not good at all, man. Hey, any news on Greta’s mom?
I’m not sure it’s really a good— Hey, hey, hey, I am not going to take no for an answer. We’ll know soon enough. I got to get moving, too, if I want to get this run in before it gets too hot. I’ll wait for you if you want to do a 5K with your old man.
Long time, no see. Guess we all had the same idea, huh? No, I’ll tell you what’s insane—is that you and Craig got exactly what you wanted while I got zippity-doo-da. Money—you think that’s what I was after, damn it.
Both of you do. All I’m trying to do is help— I’m sorry. No, Mike, that’s not necessary. We will return for the second half of “Days of Our Lives.
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No, no. I don’t know, it’s just—it’s all such a blur, all of it. Only good things, Princess. Now, you really should have something to eat.
I am not going to stay a prisoner here forever. Did she die because she had a broken heart, did she die because she was insane, what? I never felt anything like this before. Here I wanted you and Marlena to have the most wonderful honeymoon imaginable, and now to hear that it was almost ruined—how did you manage to survive in the ocean for so long?
You tell Stefano that it’s over. It was never about money, damn it! No, you know, I can’t stay here. No, no, I mean, between you and Mike.
We saw the tension between the two of you. Would you call everybody together, please—any and all hospital personnel who aren’t on emergency duty? I don’t know if there are any, but, um, as of today, I, Dr. Listen, what’s happened is I have to resign as chief of staff, effective immediately.
John does not remember us being together. If only I could get hold of that memory-altering device. I’ve got to find a way to get it away from Stefano. Are those people still here?
Now eat before it gets cold. I will, if you will do me one little favor. He went around the corner, and then I went right after him, and when I turned the corner, there was no Kurt. Guess we’ll find out one way or the other.
My love for your mother, my commitment to the family and to your mother—it’s cured any desire I’ve ever had to connect with my past, that’s all. I’ve had enough for one day. If by my private actions—not so private—if by my actions, I have embarrassed anybody or compromised the integrity of this hospital, I deeply regret that. This must be an apparition.
So then I take it the truth is out about you and Mike. There is no me and Mike, not anymore. The tension hung thick as the heat of the day, every word a half-truth wrapped in a smile. Carrie couldn’t stay, not with all those eyes on her, not with Ali’s threats still ringing in her ears.
Mike stood silent, his apology useless against the weight of what they’d done. And John, still lost in a fog of forgotten memories, kept jogging toward a past he couldn’t reclaim, while Hope watched him from a distance, desperate to find a device that could bring him back. Nobody was really listening. Nancy fumed about the mall, about the fake smile she saw on everyone’s face, about a life she felt slipping away in this wretched town.
Craig tried to calm her, but his words only sparked more anger. Meanwhile, Sami played her games, pretending to help while pushing Carrie further out. The hospital buzzed with whispers, a chief of staff stepping down in shame, a romance denied, a threat still looming. And somewhere, Gina kept wondering if she’d ever really escape, if the blur of her days would ever sharpen into something real.
Kurt was gone again, vanishing around a corner like a ghost, and she was left with a cold plate and a favor she hadn’t asked for. Every conversation circled back to the same unspoken truth: nothing was over. Not Ali’s mission, not the secrets, not the pain.
They were all just waiting for the next blow to land.
