arly deposited the lighter she had filched from Sonny's apartment into a plastic bag. She was sure she'd find Sonny's fingerprints on it. Or to be more precise, the Sonny imposter's fingerprints. Even though Jax was a complete and total whackjob, it didn't mean he didn't know what he was talking about. The man going around town proclaiming himself to be Sonny Corinthos, just wasn't acting like him. So maybe the reason was because he wasn't him.

And if she could prove he wasn't Sonny, then she could get rid of him and Jason could take over the mob, again. And she and Jason could go back to living the life they had together before Sonny or Robin intruded on them and split them apart.

Before Carly could decide what she should do with the lighter, she heard a knock at the door. It was Jax. "What do you want?" She snapped, still debating the risk of going to Taggart and having him run a fingerprint check between Sonny's prints and the prints on this lighter.

"I've been thinking about what you said." He told her, then reminded her. "YOu know? Me offing Marco Consuelos before I go back to the past to do the same to Sonny."

Carly couldn't stop herself from rolling her eyes. So he was still going on about that, was he? "And what have you decided?"

"I think it's a good idea." Jax smiled. He looked around at his surroundings. "There's nothing left for me in this time, and as you pointed out if I go back to the past, I can have Brenda once I dispose of Sonny."

"I'm glad you've finally came to your senses." If Jax did her dirty work, she could keep her hands clean. "So, when do you plan to do it?"

"I need to get my affairs in order." Jax replied. "But I think I should have everything ready to go for tomorrow night."

"Excellent." Carly smiled. "I'll go out and shop for my widow weeds, today."

"Don't you even care that I'm going to kill your husband?" Jax asked her.

"No." She told him point-blank. "It was over between Sonny and I a long time ago, and what love I had for him once is all gone." She added. "You killing Sonny effects me as much as you squashing an insect in my presence that's been buzzing around my face and annoying me."

"God!" Jax declared. "You're a cold bitch." He added. "I almost feel sorry for Corinthos."

"I don't think you want me to tell you what you are." She spat back. "You're killing a man all because you can't have a woman. You're really no better than I am. So don't try to get preachy and self-righteous with me." She added. "This had better be the last time we have anything to do with each other. I want no connections to you being revealed once Sonny or this imposter or whomever is dead so my part in this won't be suspect."

"Don't worry, Carly." He replied. "If all goes well, you and I should never have to see each other again."

onny laid out the blanket on the grass for Belinda as she began to unpack the picnic basket. He really was not in the mood for this. He had too much to think about and to try and figure out. The spot she'd chosen was on the beach near the water. The sight should have put at him at ease and relaxed him, but for some strange reason it was having just the opposite effect on him. It didn't take him long to find out why. As he sat down on the blanket and stared out at the water, Sonny was assailed by more memories from his past.

He and Brenda were laying in the surf kissing each other passioinately, only it wasn't this beach. It was a different beach. The name Puerto Rico suddenly popped in his head. They were in a hot tub together. Their bodies were melded together with barely any clothes separating them from each other. There were other memories from his time in Puerto Rico with Brenda than began to flash before his yes. They came at him in a barrage of flashed too fast for him to even be able to know what they were. Sonny suddenly held his head in his hands as pain ripped through his skull. He felt like his head was being ripped apart.

"Marco, what's the matter?" Belinda asked in fear.

Sonny curled up in the fetal position on the blanket as he cradled his head in his hands. "It's my head." He groaned in agony. "I feel like my brain is going to explode."

"What can I do?" Belinda was beside herself, not knowing what to do. "I've got to do something." She jumped to her feet. "I've got to go and get you a doctor."

"No!" He grabbed at her skirts to stop her. "I'm fine now." But he didn't look fine. His face was pale and ashen after the attack he'd just experienced.

"What's wrong with you, Marco." Belinda cried in frustration. "First I found you out cold in front of the church and now this. What's wrong with you?"

"My memory is coming back to me." He told her as he looked up at her as the pain began to lessen. "And my name isn't Marco Consuelos. My name is Sonny Corinthos." "What are you talking about?" She asked in confusion. "Of course your name is Marco Consuelos."

"The name Marco Consuelos always felt strange to me." He told her, as he finally returned to normal. "And now I know why. It's because my name is Sonny Corinthos."

"This makes no sense." She declared. "Why would your memory returning cause you so much pain."

"Because I don't think my subconscious wants me to remember." He told her. "I think that's why I felt the excruciating pain, so I would stop from remembering everything. I think the pain is its way of protecting me and stopping me from remembering something it doesn't think I can handle."

"Why wouldn't you want to remember?" Then she asked. "Just what have you been remembering so far."

"Aside from my real name." Sonny replied. "Every memory I've had has been about Brenda." He could see she hated to hear that name pass his lips. "I understand now why when I first saw you you seemed so familiar to me. You look just like her."

"What do you mean I look just like her?" Belinda demanded to know.

"I mean that looking at you is like looking at her." He told her.

"How do you feel about me?" She demanded to know.

"I love you." He confessed. "But I think the feelings I have for you are really feelings I have for her."

"Have you remembered where she is." Belinda asked bitterly. "Are you going to go to leave me and go to her?"

"I don't know why." Sonny looked off in the distance. "But I think she's beyond my reach."

"You mean she's dead." Belinda tried to keep the hopefulness out of her voice.

"No." He shook his head. "Just that where she is, I can't get to."

"Then it doesn't matter." Belinda's good spirits suddenly returned. "We can go on as we did before."

"How can we?" Sonny exploded. "I'm obviously using you as a substitute for the woman I can't have. That's not fair to you."

"Marco." She quickly corrected herself. "Sonny, life isn't fair. If this is how it feels to be a substitute for someone else, I never want it to stop." She held his face in her hands. "Don't you know you've given me more than I ever thought I would have."

"But what if it belongs to another woman." Sonny replied. "Don't you want someone for yourself who feels for you the way I do this Brenda."

"I already have him." She told him, then stood up and began to unbutton her dress.

"What are you doing?" He couldn't believe her attitude.

"Taking my clothes off." She told him. "I want to go for a swim and I love to swim nude." She playfully tugged Sonny to his feet. "And maybe if I play my cards right, I can convince you to join me."

"We haven't finished this talk." He told her.

"Oh, yes we have." She blew his concerns off. "You said this Brenda is beyond your reach, so that's like she's dead to you. So there's really nothing standing in our way of being together."

Only there was, and the threat wasn't a woman from Sonny's past. It was a woman in her husband's present. Claudine Bouchet was watching Sonny and Belinda from the bushes. If Sonny met her, perhaps her face would of sparked a memory for him, since her present day counterpart happened to be his current wife, Carly. Claudine had been waiting a long time to finally nail the lid on Belinda's coffin. Belinda's couture had told her of Belinda's latest tryst, but had said she believed this one was different. That she was taking risks with this one that she hadn't done with the others. So Claudine had decided to follow Belinda around, and darned if she didn't finally hit paydirt. Just wait until she told Jocelyn about what she was seeing. He would finally dump Belinda and marry her like he should have to begin with.