Days of Our Lives Survivor

Tuesday, June 12, 2001

Day 15 on Survivor Island

*Tribe Epojetahwe Has Spoken*

With quite the low turnout (where *are* you people, Tribe Epojetahwe??), Tribe Epojetahwe has voted off their second tribe member.

Sami Brady, please extinguish your torch and feel free to say a few parting words.

Sorry to keep this so short, but Bob and Fred have alerted me to a little <ahem> illegal...um...conjugation going on in the woods.

You know, you're gone for a few days and hell just breaks out all over. Tsk, tsk, tsk.

confessed by Your Host, The Big BadAss at 12:21 AM

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Belle *Confessional* Tribe Epojetahwe

(Belle watches a recovering Timothy sleep off his ordeal with Brady. She doesn't know why Brady does such psycho things. But after seeing his dead mother and the way she's been acting on the island, it's all starting to make sense. She's worried about what Brady said about her dad and his slut... oh no, she thinks, he's got me calling her that too! Where were they? Did that sick Tom Langan guy have *them* too? She works steadily on removing the blue nail polish from her nails and Timothy's fur, trying to figure out what to do about what she saw in the woods, and the business about Brady and that Reilly guy. How weird was it that Reilly had been torturing both of them like he was. What a sicko!)

If I could just find Daddy I know he would be able to save Jennifer... oh! I think Jennifer's mother is on the other team... if only I could find her. She needs to know about her daughter being tied to a tree next to that big vegetable thingy. Maybe I should tell that one guy. Yeah, the guy I heard people calling Governor. He must be a law kind of guy if they call him that, huh Timothy? Isn't a governor like a cop? Or the head of something?

(Timothy responds by letting out a loud snort in his sleep.)

(Belle suddenly remembers that Bob is taping her. She looks up at him and thinks once again he's looking at her perky breasts. 'Damn it's the pits to be so cute. But how come Shawn doesn't look at them? He used to be all over them when we used to share a play pen.... Cousins! Oops, I mean BOYS!')

Bob, how come you don't like believe me about seeing that Langan dude in the woods like I did? Why'd you think I'd make up something so weird and freaky? [Bob scratches at his blue beard, feigning deep thought.]

Yeah, well I know he was supposed to not be on the island anymore, but I swear I saw him. Should I tell the governor guy? Maybe he'd believe me and he has all kinds of crazy computers and stuff it'd be like right up his alley and stuff. Hey, will you watch Timothy while I go look for my dad? And if I can't find him I'm gonna get that law man. We have to save Jennifer. (Belle jumps up off the tree stump and skips away.)

Later....

(Belle looks in the governor's hut with the computers but he isn't anywhere to be found. She stomps a flip-floped foot and turns her cute little butt around and hikes off. Soon she finds herself in forbidden territory (once again). Right in front of the Horton cabin... the place Reilly told her she was born. She tip-toes up and peeks in the window.)

Oh! Mom! Dad! Mom and Dad! (She squeals. But they don't seem to hear her. She watches her mom sitting on the side of the bed tying the shoe laces of her sneakers as her dad relaxes on the bed just watching her. He's talking.... Belle can't wait to tell them both what happened, and about Reilly. She goes to the door and pulls it, but it refuses to budge. She yanks and yanks it with perky persistence, the door banging loudly. Then she tries knocking, yelling, screaming... squealing.... Nothing happens. They don't come to the door. She pops up to look in the window again and still they are on the bed... talking, as if they've never heard her. She goes to the door and tries it one last time....

She sighs with desperate relief as it finally opens and she steps inside.

Shew, I didn't think I'd ever get in here. Mom and dad... why didn't you....

(Belle stands stunned. Her blue blue very blue eyes squint into searing brightness. She's not inside the cabin at all. Her parents are not on the bed. There is no bed. The brightness eventually fades and she sees she's in a beautiful valley. Her flip-flops on green grass, under a gorgeous blue sky with marshmellowy clouds. She steps forward and looks around bewildered, but suddenly mysteriously happy.)

Where am I?

(As she strolls forward, she sees a sign that says "Welcome to Sorasville - Where Age and Real Time Never Meet"....)

Sorasville? Why does this place seem familiar? Why do I feel so yummy happy here? I'm all goose pimply!

(As she explores the streams and flowers, Belle suddenly hears what sounds like a child crying. She follows the sound and comes upon a little boy sitting under a willow tree. He looks up at her, and she smiles at him. Tears flow down his ruddy cheeks. Belle squats down next to him and wipes away his tears.)

What's the matter little guy? Are you lost?

(The boy nods his head slowly. Belle takes his hand and tells him that she'll help him. She leads the little boy toward the direction she came. She is sure someone on the island will be able to help him. As they get closer to the lone, rustic door perched on the hill suddenly the little boy rips his hand from her and runs away. Belle chases him, but stops when she loses all sight and sound of him. Quickly she runs back toward the door, hoping she will be able to get someone to come with her to find him and get him back to his parents....)