Days of Our Lives Survivor

Sunday, June 03, 2001

Day 6 on Survivor Island

*Confessional* (Brady Black)

A glum Brady, once again wearing his wife-beater t-shirt, approaches Bob. His steps are more herky-jerky than ever now that one cane is smaller than the other.

Hey. I heard the news about Tom being voted off the island. Yeah that's why I'm dressed again. No need to expose my sensitive skin to any more cuts and bruises.
I can't deal with seeing these people right now. I'm going back to my hiding place for another day or so. I've got to figure out what to do now that my creator is gone.

Brady wobbles away. Bob almost feels sorry for him. Almost.

confessed by Brady Black at 1:42 AM

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[The woods on Smith Island at some ungodly hour of the morning. There is a sound of crashing in the undergrowth. ] Laura? *Laura*!!! [The beam of a flashlight penetrates the darkness and the camera reveals Craig and Marlena, still searching for Laura.] *OW*! Dammit! [Marlena stops momentarily to inspect a scratch on her arm,]

Craig: [Exhausted and frustrated from all this crashing around in the woods with very little opportunity to get close to Marlena.] Here, let me have a look at it.

When we find Laura, okay? [A very irritable Marlena pulls from his touch and sets off towards the water. Craig sighs and follows her. Marlena is getting close to the water when she hears a soft humming coming from close-by.]

Laura? Laura honey? Are you here? [The torch beam inches across the forest floor until it reveals an inert form under a large oak tree.] Oh my god, *Laura*!

[Craig kneels behind Marlena who is talking to an obviously dazed Laura.] Honey, what happened? What are you doing out here? I've been worried sick.

Laura: [looks up at Marlena and squints.] Bob?

Bob? Honey, no it's not Bob, it's Marlena. [Marlena brushes the hair from Laura's scratched face as Laura starts babbling incoherently about Dylan's drugs and snakes. Turning, she realizes that Craig is so close he's practically on top of her.] We're going to have to carry her back to camp. [Craig assures her that he will carry Laura as long as she will lead the way with the flashlight. Not the way he would prefer to spend the night in the fair Marlena's company, but, he figures, all good things come to those who wait. Scooping the rambling Laura up in his arms, he follows Marlena back in the direction they came from.]

confessed by Marlena at 5:50 AM

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*Confessional* (Roman Brady)

Hey Bob, Krissy and I need to come up with a plan to keep Craig away from Doc so we don't want you telling anyone what we talk about. Krissy, I need you to fake being sick. (Roman laughs to himself as he says under his breath,"Krissy you are already a sick one.") Craig will spend all his time trying to make you better and while he's doing this, I can talk to Sam (I know she loves the stump that's now pretending to be me back in Salem, so maybe I'll put a few moves on her) and she'll help us out. Don't worry, Krissy, if you can pull this off with Craig, this could be your ticket to getting your MercJerk Johnny back for you. Now, while you are faking your sickness, and you are the best at faking, me and Sam, if she's willing, can try to talk some sense into Doc. Sam and I can flood Doc's head with all the great memories of she and I from years gone by. Darn, I wished I would have brought some beer with me to this island. Right now I think a few beers would do me better than having this picture of Doc. Anyway, Krissy, I'm off to find Sam so go and make sure you find Craig and start doing what you do best. Fake some kind of sickness. But, Krissey, don't fake no pillow baby. Craig's a hell of a lot smarter that your MercJerk Johnny.