Taking a New Perspective

My thanks to whomever suggested the Guinness for my hangover. Truly one of Ireland's great contributions to the world. Needless to say, I will never give up on Holly. However, I think it is high time I began to tackle this caper from another angle. Obviously she is caught up with something and she may well be in over her head. She is just so bloody stubborn. To think, she is protecting ME? Robert Scorpio? Superspy? I think my time is better served finding out from other sources why she thinks I need protecting. Connie has emailed me some new details. I need to sort out what I know, and what it all means.

I checked on Robin today. She has healed up and started working again. Just like her old man, never letting a bullet stop her from anything. I wish she would take it easy, she could have died. She has also moved back into our old house with Mac for a while. I am not exactly sure I understand why. Probably more furniture issues at work with Drake.

Holly, I am relieved to hear that you are not involved in your family's business anymore. I am truly sorry if I hurt you. Why won't you tell me what you are up to?? I have faith in you, but little patience when I am separated from where I want to be or should I say with whom I want to be. I cannot give up Holly. It is just not who I am.

Hair of the Dog That Bit You

Oh Bloody Hell. I do believe this is the worst hangover I've ever had. I followed Holly to Dublin and then headed South and caught up to her yesterday in a little pub in Wicklow. We had words over her slipping out like that back in New Orleans. She yelled at me for following her. I had to kiss her to shut her up. Of course that didn't really work. We went back and forth about what the hell she's up to but she refuses to tell me anything. Since it was St. Paddy's Day and there was many a night I had to help a slightly inebriated Holly up the stairs, I suggested we drink. I thought if I got her a little tipsy she might be more forthcoming about whatever she's up to. We drank and flirted and drank and argued and drank and kissed and drank and drank some more. At some point I remember us getting a room. I can even remember us falling on to the bed. Then it's all a blank.

Did you slip me a micky or am I just getting old and unable to hold my liquor? When and where did you learn to drink like that? Do I even want to know?

I miss you, Holly. I'm off to drink this hangover away.

Climbing Mountains

It was another long flight the other day. My back is still killing me. I have to find out how to say Ibuprofen in French. I managed to make a few lists of what is motivating Holly these days and the significance of her destination choices. I think I might have come up with a few plausible ideas. I could not help but let my mind wander to finding her. Our last meeting was very memorable, but in terms of information, not so much. I know she is running from something or someone and it would seem after something else. I don't believe for an instant she wanted anyone to get hurt.

Although, if she really did not want to hurt me, she would not choose to go to a place with so many bloody stairs. I mean, haven't the French ever heard of elevators? At least ones that go straight up and down, not the funiculaire which takes forever and I didn't even notice until it passed me on the way up. No wonder Montmartre translated to the Mountain of the Martyr. I haven't seen a trace of Holly though. I was walking through the open air cafes and looking through the crowds when I saw it. I had to go over and look more closely. She was here. She was definitely here. There was a painting of a beautiful woman sipping coffee at a cafe. I swear it was Holly. I bought the painting and the artist said, at least I think he said, he painted it earlier today. Now, I just have to figure out where she is staying. Maybe I should check out the couture houses.

Putting the pieces together

Paris is definitely a beautiful place with so much history. Too bad it has to be filled with so many French people. The wine is exceptional and I have spent a good part of today revisiting the past. My mind is working overtime trying to connect all the pieces to the puzzle. I am not sure I have all the pieces, and I'll be damned if some of them don't make any bloody sense.

I am finding the places Holly goes more and more interesting. I think she is trying to make it look random, but there is a definite pattern. I am in Paris now. I know she is here, but she was in London before coming here. What is driving her? There has to be a reason for all of this. For someone who had claimed she lost all her money, she is sure able to travel quite a bit. Just one more piece of the puzzle that doesn't fit. I have to check back with Connie. She might have dug up some more information for me.

Up, Up and Away

So, I'm off again...into the wild blue yonder. Holly leaves such great clues, but it would be so much easier if she'd just tell me what the bloody hell she's up to. Of course, with Holly, nothing was ever easy - which made for some of the most interesting times of my life! (Ha-Ha!)

And while I know what city she's in, I have no idea where she's staying. I need to do a bit of digging around on the internet. Have I said how much I love "surfing the net" as they say? It has really made things so much easier. And I'm waiting on an email from Connie, she may have something.

I stopped in Port Charles to see Robin and to pay my final respects to Alan. I missed the memorial, but I did speak to Monica and Tracy briefly. My heart breaks for both of them. It was all just such a sad and unnecessary thing to have happened.

Now I'm in the air, headed for Holly and hopefully, some answers.