Chapter 6
O'HARE INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT
Belle is sitting at a terminal, waiting for someone to come out of the gate. Finally, the person (or should I say, people) she was waiting for, arrived.
BELLE: Mama! Daddy!
Belle ran up to Marlena and John and gave each a big hug. Though Marlena had come back into town a few months ago (when E.J. was murdered and it was found out that Marlena's twin sister, Samantha, was still alive), she had gone back to Switzerland because John had called her with a surprise.
MARLENA: Baby girl!
JOHN: Izzy!
BELLE: Daddy, you can walk again!
JOHN: I sure can, Izzy. And, it's all thanks to your Mama. She found the best doctor in the world and got me cured.
BELLE: That's awesome!
Belle, John, and Marlena made their way to the Salem Inn.
SALEM INN
Once they had gotten a room and Marlena and John had unpacked a little, Marlena started talking to Belle about why they were there.
MARLENA: You sounded upset when you called yesterday. What's going on?
JOHN: Yeah, I was wondering about that, too.
BELLE: It's Shawn.
JOHN: Oh, dear! What's he done this time?
BELLE: He hasn't done anything, daddy. He's gone missing.
MARLENA: Missing? What do you mean?
BELLE: I mean, he's disappeared and I don't know where he is. I talked to Bo and Uncle Roman about it, and they're trying to help, but, it doesn't look good.
JOHN: How bad is this?
Belle's voice started breaking.
BELLE: The...the hostess at the restaurant where he went missing saw a waitress who looked like Jan Spears carrying a body bag. The police think...they think he's...dead...
Belle could say no more. She just started crying. Marlena put her arms around her daughter, as did John.
MARLENA: It's okay, baby girl. It's okay.
JOHN: Don't you worry, IzzyB. We'll find him. We will find him. And that's a fact.
JAN'S HOUSE
Shawn-D is still chained to a bed. Jan walked in wearing all black and big stiletto boots.
SHAWN-D: What's with the black attire? Did somebody die?
JAN: Not yet. Let's hope we can keep it that way, shall we? I don't want to kill Belle, but I will if I have to.
SHAWN-D: Why are you here, Jan? Just to torture me some more?
JAN: That's part of it. But, I also wanted to show you my boots.
SHAWN-D: Why would you want to show me your boots? Why would I care?
Jan took off one of her boots and put them on the bed. Shawn-D wrinkled his nose in disgust.
JAN: Aren't they pretty?
SHAWN-D: Jan! Please! Put your boots back on! The stench is killing me!
JAN: Oh, come on! Stop being such a drama queen! It's not that bad.
Jan stopped for a minute. She sniffed at the air, then wrinkled her own nose.
JAN: Oh, man! That does stink! I better put these back on so I don't kill both of us!
SHAWN-D: Thank you.
Jan put her boot back on.
JAN: Anyway, there is another reason I came in here. I wanted to sing you another song that I wrote.
SHAWN-D: Oh, great! What is it this time?
Click on this so you can get the tune of Jan's new song:
JAN (singing): You keep playin' where you shouldn't be playin'. You keep thinking that you'll never get burnt. Well, I can tell ya, it's here you shouldn't be playin' unless you're ready, ready to be hurt.
Jan jumps up onto the bed and digs the heel of one of her boots into Shawn-D's stomach.
JAN (singing): These boots are made for walkin'. And that's just what they'll do. One of these days, these boots are gonna walk all over you!
Jan jumps off of the bed.
JAN: So, what do you think of that, Shawn?
SHAWN-D: You're crazy!!!
