I gave a letter to the postman
He put it in his sack
Bright, and early next morning
He brought my letter back
~ "Return to Sender", Elvis Presley
It wasn't hard for Kristen to find the room where Stefano and Rolf had been for hours. It also wasn't hard for Kristen to figure out the password for the first door, the second door was a little more difficult...but not impossible. Kristen had, after all, grown up with Stefano. Once she had the second door open, she smiled deviously at the shocked looks on Stefano and Rolf's faces; however, Kristen was the one who was shocked to see Roman Brady unconscious, and strapped into a chair with a laser pointed at his head.
"Kristen!" Stefano roared. "Get out!"
"But Father..." she replied with little conviction.
"Stefano! This is a very delicate operation! I can't be distracted, or he could die!" Rolf said, without looking away from what he was doing.
Grabbing Kristen by the arm, and roughly pulling her from the room, Stefano turned her to face him, practically roaring, "You know not to bother me when I'm working!"
"It's been hours! We have to get Marlena out of that room before John finds her!" Kristen screamed, worried about her problem. "That's the only reason I came to find you. You've wanted Marlena for years, and I'm offering her to you on a silver platter!"
"I will get her, Kristen, but I will get her on my terms," Stefano told her. "When Rolf finishes this project, we will go."
"What exactly are you doing? I saw who you have in there. It's Roman Brady," she said.
"Who, and what, we are doing is none of your concern," he told her. "Keep yourself busy until we leave."
Stefano went back into the lab, watching while Rolf wiped his brow, and said, "I'm almost done. The microchip was dislodged, it's back in place now. We should be able to reset the memories with the disc now without any troubles."
"Then let's do it," Stefano said. "I'm losing my patience with this, and I need Roman back in Salem."
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Ivan finished hauling their luggage back into the house, saying, "Madame, I don't understand why we are back in Salem. I thought we left to avoid being arrested, and put in jail."
"According to Susan, no one knows anything," Vivian said. "And you know, Ivan, I'd much rather be at home."
"But Madame..."
"Run over to Kristen's and just double check that Marlena's okay," Vivian said, pouring herself a brandy.
"Madame!"
"I know. Susan said she left food, but we both know that woman is one fry short of a Happy Meal," Vivian said.
"Have you ever eaten a Happy Meal, Madame?" Ivan wondered aloud.
"No. Of course not, but sometimes Nicky liked them," she said with nostalgia. "Go check on Marlena. If she dies, I can't be blamed."
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Abe sat at his desk rereading the letter in his hand with a look of shock, and dismay.
Dear Mr. Abe Carver,
Dr. Marlena Evans and Mr. John Black are locked in a dungeon room at Kristen DiMera's house. Kristen locked Dr. Marlena Evans in there, 'cause she was gonna give her to Mr. Stefano DiMera, but he never came, so she went to get him. But then I locked Mr. John Black in there, because I had to save Elvis and Lisa Marie from the vampires, and that mean, mean, mean, ole' Kristen. It's behind the wine cellar. I gave them plenty of food, so they have crackers, and noodles, and pop-tarts. Please tell them that I'm real, real, real sorry for locking Mr. John Black in there, and tricking him.
