Chapter 606
SALEM UNIVERSITY
ALANIS: Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just frustrated. I’m trying to learn how to play Auld Lang Syne, since today’s New Year’s Eve, and I’m having some trouble concentrating.
CLAIRE: I gotcha. Sorry if I’m distracting you.
ALANIS: You’re not.
Alanis sighed. She rummaged in her backpack.
ALANIS: I think I might just try a song I already know, even though it’s not for New Year’s. I just wanna do something I’m decent at. You can stay, if you want.
CLAIRE: As long as you don’t mind, I think I will.
ALANIS: Okay.
Alanis pulled out a sheet of music.
ALANIS: I found this arrangement a couple months ago listening to a music podcast.
CLAIRE: Podcasts are good ways to find music.
ALANIS: I’m not perfect at it, but here it goes.
She started playing the piano. Claire wasn’t sure, but thought she may have hard it before. She finally recognized it when Alanis started singing.
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ALANIS (singing): Crazy, but that's how it goes. Millions of people living as fools. And maybe it's not too late to learn how to love and forget how to hate. Mental wounds not healing. Life's a bitter shame. I'm going off the rails on a crazy train. I'm going off the rails on a crazy train. Heirs to a cold war, that's what we've become. Inheriting troubles, I'm mentally numb and crazy, I just cannot bear. I'm living with something that just isn't fair. Mental wounds still screaming, driving me insane.
Alanis took a deep breath.
ALANIS (singing): I'm going off the rails on a crazy train. I'm going off the rails on a crazy train. I'm going off the rails on a crazy train. (voice breaking) I'm going off the rails…
Alanis sighed, stopped playing and looked at the keys of the piano. Claire could see that she was crying. She put a hand on Alanis’ shoulder.
CLAIRE: Hey, it’s okay. What’s wrong?
Alanis sniffled. Claire sat down on the piano bench next to her.
CLAIRE: Do you want me to text Maddox? Maybe he could help.
ALANIS: No, you don’t need to text him. You don’t need to bug him for me.
CLAIRE: Al, he’s your boyfriend, I’m sure he wouldn’t think you were bugging him.
ALANIS: He’s not my boyfriend.
CLAIRE: What?
ALANIS: I know I said he was back in September when we first met, but he’s not. Mads isn’t my boyfriend.
MARTIN MANSION
Doug and Julie had Tommy, Marie and Bill over for dinner, and to watch the fireworks that would be later that night.
MARIE: I love what you two have done with the place. It looks gorgeous!
JULIE: Thank you.
BILL: Yes, it’s all very nice.
TOMMY: Indeed.
After a few minutes, everybody had finished eating.
JULIE: Well, darling, how about you assist me in getting the deserts?
DOUG: Lead the way, my lovely lady.
Doug and Julie got up from the table.
MARIE: I’ll help you, as well.
JULIE: Oh, that’s very nice of you, Aunt Marie, but you don’t have to.
MARIE: I know, but I’d like to.
DOUG: Well, if you insist, we won’t say no.
Doug, Julie and Marie went into the kitchen. Tommy and Bill sat in silence.
TOMMY: So...you did a nice job as Santa Claus last week. The kids loved it.
BILL: I’m glad.
TOMMY: How are things in Africa?
BILL: Fine, thank you.
TOMMY: Good. That’s good.
Another long silence came.
TOMMY: All right, let’s have it.
BILL: Have what?
TOMMY: You’ve tried to hide it well enough, but I can tell there’s something on your mind. There has been ever since you arrived back home. Now, I know we’ve never been the closest out of the five of us, but I’d like to know, what’s on your mind?
BILL: Thomas, you know what’s on my mind already. Or, at the very least, you should know.
TOMMY: Well, I don’t. And Marie, Julie and Jennifer are already beginning to suspect that something’s up. So please, tell me, I’d like to know.
BILL: Why is it that three years ago was the first time you’ve come home in ages?
TOMMY: What?
BILL: You heard. You went left after Mom and Dad’s 50th anniversary. You didn’t come back for Dad or Mickey or Mom’s funerals. Yet you came back when Victor Kiriakis called you up and asked you to find a cure for his son, Hope’s husband. And I would very much like to know why. Why is it that you couldn’t come back for so many important events, but you could come back for that?
HOPE & AIDEN’S HOUSE
Princess Gina walked inside. The house was dark, so Princess Gina turned on the lights in the living room. Aiden was sitting in a chair facing the door.
AIDEN: Hello, Hope.
GINA (as Hope): Aiden. How was your day, darling?
AIDEN: It was fine, Hope. How was yours?
GINA (as Hope): Good.
Princess Gina smiled. Aiden kept his face neutral.
GINA (as Hope): Is something the matter?
Aiden chuckled slightly.
AIDEN: “Is something the matter?” I don’t know, Hope. You tell me. Is there something the matter?
GINA (as Hope): Not that I’m aware of.
AIDEN: Of course.
GINA (as Hope): Aiden, what’s going on? You’re not acting like yourself.
AIDEN: Aren’t I, Hope? Well, that’s interesting, isn’t it?
Aiden chuckled again.
GINA (as Hope): Is something amusing?
AIDEN: Oh, it’s just...I’m not the only one who hasn’t been acting like themselves lately.
GINA (as Hope): What do you mean?
AIDEN: Oh, I think you know very well what I mean, Hope.
GINA (as Hope): Why do you keep saying my name at the end of every sentence?
AIDEN: Why not? Is it bothering you, Hope? I mean, Hope is your name, isn’t it?
Aiden looked Princess Gina right in the eyes.
GINA (as Hope): I have no idea what you’re getting at.
AIDEN: Don’t you, Hope? Well that’s very strange, Hope. Of course, I’m not really addressing Hope, am I? No. No, you may look like Hope, but you’re not really her. If my theory is correct, I am not addressing Hope at all. I am, in fact, addressing Princess Gina von Amburg.