Making Progress

Seems that Helena has resurrected an old Cassadine past-time of trying to put the world back into the Ice Age. Fortunately, the world has a couple of crackerjack agents to foil their plans. Holly and I have managed to find and rescue those scientists Helena kidnapped. Although, their work was completed and the old bat flew the cave with the finished weather machine. Of course, it seems she cannot use it without the rest of the jewels.

I managed to get Holly through it all completely unscathed. I cannot say the same thing. I am not as young as I used to be and those thugs of Helena's seemed to have been working out a lot. Holly seems to be spending too much time gloating over the success of her plan, OUR plan. You would think she would be a little more sensitive. I remember when she used to be a little more sympathetic to my injuries.

I can see she has that look in her eye. I have a feeling she is cooking up a new plan, and I have a feeling I am not going to like it.

She is going to drive me crazy...

I have no idea what the bloody hell Holly was thinking. Correct that, she was not thinking at all. I cannot believe that she would use herself as bait to lure out Helena. Lord only knows what would have happened if I hadn't have shown up! She was fuming that I spoiled her plan. What kind of plan is dangling those bloody jewels in front of Helena? I know she has been doing this for quite awhile now, but this is the Cassadines we are dealing with here. What makes me even more furious is she did this without telling me. She can be so damn impetuous. Right now she is so mad at me, she is being positively icy. I am hoping the weekend and some good news might create a little thaw. What a far cry from a few nights ago.... I cannot wait until this bloody caper is over and done.

"Jewelry takes people's minds off your wrinkles"

Well, we've had a few comments regarding the recent lack of blog entries. What can I say? Holly and I've been busy...reconnecting. Now, get your minds out of the gutter. I don't just mean that.

At this point, it feels like we have more questions than answers. I hate that feeling. We do know that an old friend seems to have a sudden and particular interest in some pretty gems. The reason why is not clear, but whenever the Cassadines show any interest in anything, it makes one nervous. But maybe the old bat just wants a pretty necklace. Ah, who am I kidding? Things are never that simple.