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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022396614050842128</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 27 Nov 2011 23:46:43 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Beethoven</category><category>Tests</category><category>DNA</category><title>An Internet Soap Opera Blog</title><description /><link>http://mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Rieko)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/MapOfTheWorldABlogOpera" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="mapoftheworldablogopera" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">MapOfTheWorldABlogOpera</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022396614050842128.post-7294721173904653099</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Mar 2008 06:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-27T02:19:23.171-04:00</atom:updated><title>Thursday March 27, 2008</title><description>Samantha calls Mark to see if he has told Carey (Samantha's mother), the truth about their secret relationship....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark explains that everything is O.K. -- there is nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside Samantha's bedroom door, however, Carey listens quietly as the conversation on the phone continues...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6022396614050842128-7294721173904653099?l=mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com/2008/03/thursday-march-27-2008.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rieko)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022396614050842128.post-9093956483716266347</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Mar 2008 22:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-16T07:19:23.270-04:00</atom:updated><title>Sunday March 3, 2008</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_hSDcKHVlY/R8szzWz1zxI/AAAAAAAABEE/hVePinHgo2E/s1600-h/886541_38487735+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Saga Continues...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Upstairs in the master bedroom...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_hSDcKHVlY/R8sxZ2z1zuI/AAAAAAAABDs/JmUVU4ok6_U/s1600-h/12345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173282917244587746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_hSDcKHVlY/R8sxZ2z1zuI/AAAAAAAABDs/JmUVU4ok6_U/s200/12345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"I have to leave Trevor... I'm leaving Foxport." Tracy finally says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Trevor's eyes open briefly. Then they shut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Benji says, "Professor, what are you doing in here? I thought you said you would be gone by now."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"No. Canceled. The meeting I was supposed to attend was canceled.", the Professor replies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"There's something I need to tell you." Benji begins to confess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"I know. You really need to tell me what you were doing in the middle of Mayberry Park those few months ago Tracy and I found you. I need to know who you really are."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benji stands up and walks over the Professor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Look, I've lived in Foxport for a long time -- not too many people live here Benji and I know everyone. At least I thought I did. Now, I've never seen you before in my life and I need some answers..." the Professor gently demands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just then, there's a knock at the door...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have an idea where they story should go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E-mail your comment or suggestion to: &lt;a href="mailto:mapoftheworldsoapopera@gmail.com"&gt;mapoftheworldsoapopera@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6022396614050842128-9093956483716266347?l=mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com/2008/03/sunday-march-3-2008.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rieko)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_hSDcKHVlY/R8sxZ2z1zuI/AAAAAAAABDs/JmUVU4ok6_U/s72-c/12345.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022396614050842128.post-5936002877844923620</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2008 22:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-13T17:49:18.642-05:00</atom:updated><title>Wednesday February 13, 2008</title><description>Upstairs, Benji has recouperated and his sight has returned.... but there's a secret.&lt;br /&gt;A secret from Benji's past that he decides to tell someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, Professor Williams enters the room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6022396614050842128-5936002877844923620?l=mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com/2008/02/wednesday-february-13-2008.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rieko)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022396614050842128.post-7533318472053938327</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Feb 2008 01:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-03T20:11:43.527-05:00</atom:updated><title>Sunday February 3, 2007</title><description>Tracy grips Trevor's hand tightly as he appears to be coming to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trevor, I came here today because want to tell you that this is never the way I had ever imagined things happening but..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Tracy pauses.  Trying to get the words out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6022396614050842128-7533318472053938327?l=mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com/2008/02/sunday-february-3-2007.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rieko)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022396614050842128.post-6765646738274287442</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jan 2008 04:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-26T23:52:57.710-05:00</atom:updated><title>Saturday January 26, 2008</title><description>After a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;counselling&lt;/span&gt; session one afternoon with the professor, Tracy, at Trevor's bedside, discusses the night they spent making love to one other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Trevor's first time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Tracy goes into details of that night, Trevor's eyes begin to move!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6022396614050842128-6765646738274287442?l=mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com/2008/01/saturday-january-26-2008.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rieko)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022396614050842128.post-4420533678765383153</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jan 2008 05:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-18T00:17:09.316-05:00</atom:updated><title>Friday January 18, 2008</title><description>Trevor remains in his coma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy decides to pay him a visit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6022396614050842128-4420533678765383153?l=mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com/2008/01/friday-january-18-2008.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rieko)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022396614050842128.post-6836021551931222699</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jan 2008 02:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-15T21:39:56.996-05:00</atom:updated><title>Series Two: Premiere</title><description>Tracy's nightmares worsen.  As a result, Professor Williams begins to see Tracy as his newest patient...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of telling the Professor about what happened to baby Jack, Tracy decides to keep it a secret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6022396614050842128-6836021551931222699?l=mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com/2008/01/series-two-premiere.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rieko)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022396614050842128.post-4061256253520657269</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Dec 2007 15:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-19T10:46:03.339-05:00</atom:updated><title>Series One Finale</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_hSDcKHVlY/R2k7ju1croI/AAAAAAAABBo/sSmHxTjGARg/s1600-h/NewBorder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145709534301171330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_hSDcKHVlY/R2k7ju1croI/AAAAAAAABBo/sSmHxTjGARg/s200/NewBorder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Part 3 of 3 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many, many, many weeks later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy gives birth to baby boy. She names him Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One afternoon, Tracy is at home and is bathing baby Jack in the bathroom as her father sleeps in the other room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, there's a knock at the front door around the corner from the bathroom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She runs to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she returns to the bathroom seconds later, baby Jack is laying motionless in the small tub on the counter. He isn't breathing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6022396614050842128-4061256253520657269?l=mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com/2007/12/series-one-finale-part-3.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rieko)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_hSDcKHVlY/R2k7ju1croI/AAAAAAAABBo/sSmHxTjGARg/s72-c/NewBorder.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022396614050842128.post-2634454951606872141</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Dec 2007 04:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-19T10:46:15.175-05:00</atom:updated><title>Series One Finale</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Part 2 of 3 -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The chaos in Foxport calms down and many weeks pass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Trevor's condition stabilizes and Benji remains under the watchful care of the professor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tracy and Cameron begin living together at Tracy's house. Tracy continues to have nightmares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Byron returns to the guest house where he finally gets the chance to collect his thoughts and get a sense of his emotions. The professor and him meet weekly on the back patio to continue discussing things. Bryon begins writing a play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cary takes cares of Mark Summers at her mansion. Samantha plots a scheme of revenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just when things seem to be going pretty well, George Cinte (Tracy's father) arrives in Foxport with someone, complicating matters and bringing a new breed of chaos into the lives of everyone in town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And, of course, there's the dead body (Xavier) that Ally found in the garage, that's now undead and roaming the halls of her house....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6022396614050842128-2634454951606872141?l=mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com/2007/12/series-one-finale-part-two.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rieko)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022396614050842128.post-5275867329408443047</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Dec 2007 00:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-19T10:47:00.351-05:00</atom:updated><title>Series One Finale</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Part 1 of 3 -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ally nearly passes out when she sees the "dead" man she dragged into her basement standing in front of her when she opens the bedroom door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Oh my god!" She shouts, covering her mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Xavier's normally pale skin, is chalk white. His crystal blue eyes twinkle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Back at the Williams' estate, Bryon emerges to help the professor carry Benji up the stairs when he hears them enter downstairs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As they get to the top of the stairs and begin to turn down the hallway, Mark Summers comes out from the bedroom behind them and calls out to the professor. The professor turns sharply leaving Bryon and Benji continuing down the dark hallway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mark explains what's happened with Trevor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Bryon, take Benji into the guest room up the back end please. I've got to look after Trevor." Professor John says somewhat out of breath before he turns disappearing into the master bedroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"O.K." Bryon complies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tracy, still in shock, lights up a cigarette outside on the steps out back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cameron grabs the cigarette from her mouth-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Don't forget." Cameron says. "We want a baby that's healthy and everything."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Oh, my God. I can't believe I forgot." Tracy says turning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6022396614050842128-5275867329408443047?l=mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com/2007/12/series-one-finale.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rieko)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022396614050842128.post-3526551663423261110</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Dec 2007 09:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-19T10:49:45.327-05:00</atom:updated><title>Friday November 30, 2007</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Knock, Knock, Knock"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Ally turns to exit her bedroom to check on the body, she is shocked to hear a faint knock at her door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6022396614050842128-3526551663423261110?l=mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com/2007/12/friday-november-30-2007.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rieko)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022396614050842128.post-6340701355674060637</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Nov 2007 04:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-24T12:39:38.492-05:00</atom:updated><title>Thursday November 29, 2007</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Baby Shocker"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cameron. What are you doing here?" Tracy says looking over at Cameron standing near Benji who is now sitting up against the wall of the small cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was walking through here and I discovered this man laying here, in this spot." Cameron explains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, excuse me. Let me get this man the attention he needs right away." Professor Williams says interjecting whilst he walks over to Benji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, you'll be O.K. son. Are you new to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Foxport&lt;/span&gt;? I don't remember having seen you around here before." he says thinking it strange to see someone this deep in the forest. "Cover your eyes with this." He says pulling out a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;handkerchief&lt;/span&gt; from his shirt pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benji places it over his eyes as the professor helps him to his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron and Tracy deliberately walk behind the professor as they make their way out of the cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I felt a kick from the baby today." Tracy says in a quiet voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's wonderful." Cameron says, followed by a gentle kiss on her cheek. "&lt;em&gt;Our &lt;/em&gt;baby."&lt;br /&gt;Tracy looks up at him in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did this mean Cameron was going to become to Tracy's child after all?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6022396614050842128-6340701355674060637?l=mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com/2007/11/thrusday-november-29-2007.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rieko)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022396614050842128.post-5423900166895305311</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2007 04:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-29T00:04:14.563-05:00</atom:updated><title>Wednesday November 28, 2007</title><description>Professor Williams lets Tracy lead as they make their way deep into the forested area of Mayberry Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat exhausted, Tracy carefully tries to retrace her steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they finally find Benji, they are shocked to see that he isn't alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ally pulls the body into the house and heads downstairs with it to the laundry room.&lt;br /&gt;She covers the body with a heavy blue plastic mat and heads upstairs to her room and phones Mark Summers again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?" Mark answers from the master bedroom at the Williams estate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Mark it's me Ally."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ally man, I can't talk right now, O.K.? Trevor's here, Professor Williams' son, and he's having trouble- I think it's a seizure or something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, my God, O.K. - I'm still on my way. I think the body of the man who I found is still alive. I was about to start the car and then I noticed that his eyes were open. I've brought him into the house. I've dragged him into the basement. Maybe I should wait for you? What do you think? When can you get here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark says, "Sure, now is not a good time- I'll call you back in a bit".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hang up. Mark now makes the connection of who the body might be.... Xavier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turns around and notices Bryon checking Trevor's wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't feel anything Mark. I don't feel a pulse!" Bryon panics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;The person who watched Ally drag the body into house closes their drapes as Ally looks outside her window, checking to see if anyone had noticed her bring the body into the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6022396614050842128-5423900166895305311?l=mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com/2007/11/wednesday-november-28-2007.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rieko)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022396614050842128.post-2876165578318852957</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Nov 2007 00:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-27T20:43:06.504-05:00</atom:updated><title>Tuesday November 27, 2007</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Reunited"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bryon what are you doing in here man?" Mark asks again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mark, I'm glad you're O.K.! That was crazy what happened earlier...." Bryon realizes by Mark's expression he's suspicious about why he's in the kitchen, so he quickly says, "I was just about to head upstairs and I stopped in here-- got a drink" he slips what he found back into his pocket whilst reaching for a small glass next to the sink. Mark doesn't notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're in rough shape" Byron says as he continues focusing on Mark's leg bandages. "I should ask you the same question" still covering for being found in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, shoot me. I'm ignoring the good doctor."Mark says as he limps over smiling heroically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was unable to get Xavier, I rode after him in my car on his bike but he got away. What about Trevor? How is he?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark says, "Not as well. Not so good. His father has told me that he's slipped into some kind of special coma. He may even lose sight in one of his eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, no." Byron says, feeling somewhat guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not your fault Byron" Mark says noticing Bryon's hurt. "We are all just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' just lucky to be alive-- all of us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're right" Byron says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden there is a blood curdling scream from upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, my God! That's Trevor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That doesn't sound good" Bryon says, as they both hurry out of the kitchen and quickly up the stairs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6022396614050842128-2876165578318852957?l=mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com/2007/11/tuesday-november-27-2007.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rieko)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022396614050842128.post-1759183299005196404</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Nov 2007 01:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-27T13:31:19.407-05:00</atom:updated><title>Monday November 26, 2007</title><description>Inside the car, Professor Williams inquires from Tracy to know more about what happened in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This has been an unbelievable day!" the professor says, exhaling heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A knowing silence fills the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turns to Tracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me what's happened with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know. I was out in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mayberry&lt;/span&gt; Park. Painting. Relaxing. I met someone who took me into the forest area. Before I remember, the land just fell beneath him-" she tells him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy clutches her stomach suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ouch." Tracy says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Williams looks over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you alright?" He says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." Tracy smiles, before she pauses and then says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm pregnant- I just felt my first kick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Congratulations." the professor smiles, knowingly. "Congratulations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After sucessfully hiding inside the kitchen letting the professor and Tracy pass by coming down the back stairs, Byron watches the professor and Tracy now drive off the estate property seconds after coming out the closet he hid in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now with the coast clear and alone, Byron reaches into his back pocket and looks more carefully at what he's found on the stairs a moment ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Byron, what are you doing in here?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Byron freezes and turns around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6022396614050842128-1759183299005196404?l=mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com/2007/11/inside-car-professor-williams-inquires.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rieko)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022396614050842128.post-7033711347693778319</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Nov 2007 07:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-25T19:53:26.010-05:00</atom:updated><title>Friday November 23, 2007</title><description>"OK, leave the body there and drive to the Williams mansion here on Corner Cove. I've been hurt by some maniac and I can't leave the estate or drive or anything like that. I'm supposed to be laying here until Professor Williams gets back..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O.K. I'll drive right over. I don't recognize him. How could someone have just appeared here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Foxport&lt;/span&gt;?" Ally says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have no idea." Mark says agreeing, knowing that he might be responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both hang up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ally steps over Xavier and opens the car door. She slips the key into the ignition and turns several times but the car won't start. She looks out the car window at Xavier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes open wide and his body begins to shake. Ally gets out of the car and instead of dragging his body into the car to safety she leaves the shed and pulls the lifeless body along side the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little does she know that someone is watching her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6022396614050842128-7033711347693778319?l=mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com/2007/11/friday-november-23-2007.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rieko)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022396614050842128.post-719004012419091136</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Nov 2007 04:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-22T23:48:22.420-05:00</atom:updated><title>Thursday November 22, 2007</title><description>Mark answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red head is still frozen in her spot-- staring at Xavier's lifeless body next to the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Mark, this is Ally. Ally Blade.  You've got to come over here right now... There's a dead body in the car shed at the back of my house!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6022396614050842128-719004012419091136?l=mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com/2007/11/thursday-november-22-2007.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rieko)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022396614050842128.post-3619757871728142761</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Nov 2007 07:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-22T03:02:41.761-05:00</atom:updated><title>Wednesday November 21, 2007</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"To the Rescue?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she makes her way up to the front driveway leading up to Williams' estate, Tracy can can tell that something isn't quite right by the feeling in her stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She buzzes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?" &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Professor Williams? This is Tracy Cinte. There's been a terrible accident in Mayberry Park. Someone has fallen into small landslide accidentally. I've managed to pull them to safety and they are having some trouble seeing. They need immediate attention. It doesn't look good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O.K., please come in. I'm in the master on the second floor to the left when you come up the stairs. The front door is open. Walk past the main stairs along the hall and you'll find the back way up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gates slide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_hSDcKHVlY/R0UxX6nIX4I/AAAAAAAAA5g/4hUiFvFI0pw/s1600-h/12345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135565237026054018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_hSDcKHVlY/R0UxX6nIX4I/AAAAAAAAA5g/4hUiFvFI0pw/s200/12345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Upstairs in the master bedroom, Mark Summers is now conscious and appears somewhat stable. A large whit gauze bandage consumes the entire lower part of his leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was coming in and that's when I saw him running across the yard-" Mark explains before Tracy enters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Tracy. This is Mark."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and Tracy make eye contact briefly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy looks over and sees Trevor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There was a shooting today- that I'll tell you about on the way- Trevor isn't going to make it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy covers her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mind immediately pauses when she sees the faint resemblance between Benji and Trevor. She confirms her suspicions. She looks over at the professor now- the resemblance is striking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where is this person exactly?" asks the professor bring Tracy back slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll have to come with you- it is quite a ways away." she explains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O.K. Mark, you stay here. Please don't get up, please just try and rest here- there's been another situation in Mayberry Park that doesn't seem to be connected in any way but it is an emergency nonetheless".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark nods strong, reaffirming him before Tracy and the prof exit, leaving Mark alone with Trevor laying next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark waits until he hears the back door close before he gets up to open the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark's cellphone rings-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6022396614050842128-3619757871728142761?l=mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com/2007/11/wednesday-november-21-2007.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rieko)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P_hSDcKHVlY/R0UxX6nIX4I/AAAAAAAAA5g/4hUiFvFI0pw/s72-c/12345.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022396614050842128.post-6696510254934711729</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Nov 2007 07:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-22T02:30:05.147-05:00</atom:updated><title>Tuesday November 20, 2007</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Another Chapter of Revelations"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryon quickly places what he sees it into his pocket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Over, in Mayberry Park, Tracy manages to bring Benji up to ground level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't see..." Benji says. His voice is full of fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy replies comfortingly, "I understand. Let me make sure you're OK first and I'll go and get help. You're going to be fine Benji, I promise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My eyes are BURNING! Please, please go and get help now! Go to Professor Williams' -- you know who he is right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy nods, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's my dad. He doesn't know that yet, but please just go-- it's complicated- I'll tell you when I can- just go..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy is shocked-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell him what's happened and please come back right away, O.K.?... I'm worried that I'll lose my eyesight damn it if you don't hurry back..." Benji exclaims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK. I'll be back as soon as I can." Tracy says softly, tearing up, but still shocked by Benji's revelation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean Benji and Trevor are... brothers?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6022396614050842128-6696510254934711729?l=mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com/2007/11/tuesday-november-21-2007.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rieko)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022396614050842128.post-194524829752285194</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 06:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-20T01:35:29.522-05:00</atom:updated><title>Monday November 19, 2007</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_hSDcKHVlY/R0J8lsOt1sI/AAAAAAAAA4A/Nv_ThFNL3d8/s1600-h/12345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134803512125675202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_hSDcKHVlY/R0J8lsOt1sI/AAAAAAAAA4A/Nv_ThFNL3d8/s320/12345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Williams Estate, main house: View from front lawn looking up towards the master bedroom on the second floor where Trevor and Mark are being cared for)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upstairs in the master bedroom, Professor Williams attends to Mark and his son Trevor, both brutally injured by Xavier's gun blast just hours ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired, shocked but hopeful, Professor Williams lies them both unconscious to rest side by side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst giving care, he waits patiently for the phone to ring; he's expecting a call from someone in Foxport who may be able to assist him with the care of the two men and someone who may also know exactly what caused the situation hours earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out front, Bryon drives up to the visitors entrance on the Williams estate property and makes his way into the house through the back entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Byron heads up the stairs he notices something strange laying out the floor on the second floor landing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reaches to pick it up-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6022396614050842128-194524829752285194?l=mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com/2007/11/monday-november-19-2007.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rieko)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P_hSDcKHVlY/R0J8lsOt1sI/AAAAAAAAA4A/Nv_ThFNL3d8/s72-c/12345.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022396614050842128.post-1880485041367705116</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Nov 2007 20:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-16T16:04:33.843-05:00</atom:updated><title>Friday November 16, 2007</title><description>The mysterious redhead, the 'schoolgirl' who found Trevor's lab samples in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mayberry&lt;/span&gt; Park, exits her house through the front door and walks along the side of the house to the back to get her car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she opens the car shed door, she's shocked to see Xavier's body laying next to her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She screams out in shear terror.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6022396614050842128-1880485041367705116?l=mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com/2007/11/friday-november-16-2007.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rieko)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022396614050842128.post-3480931968559663925</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Nov 2007 02:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-15T21:40:45.742-05:00</atom:updated><title>Thursday November 15, 2007</title><description>"Hi Valerie. It's me Professor Williams. Trevor is loosing vital signs. There was a terrible incident at the house today. Mark Stanley's son was here visiting here see look at my new patient.... I don't know what's doing on. He was in the house and apparently shot Trevor for god knows what reason in the foyer downstairs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not sure he's going to make it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scream of Valerie's voice can be heard through the handset:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Noooooooo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Summers appears in the doorway and quickly collapes near the foot of the bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6022396614050842128-3480931968559663925?l=mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com/2007/11/thursday-november-15-2007.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rieko)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022396614050842128.post-1846020795596861907</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Nov 2007 23:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-15T21:27:28.832-05:00</atom:updated><title>Wednesday November 14, 2007</title><description>Tracy bolts to her feet, careful not to cause herself to fall into the huge hole in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy says, "Benji!... Oh, my God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks into the pit and can see him laying lifeless at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turns and runs to get help, but as she does, she hears a faint cry from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning back, she's hears Benji!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Help..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy frantically looks around and grabs for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;trench coat&lt;/span&gt; she sees nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She throws it into the pit and holds it tightly at one end with both hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benji's eyes, still closed, struggles to reach out with his only good arm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't see! Oh my God! I can't see!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byron races his way across to the roadway after Xavier, but a car driving down the road unexpectedly prevents him from crossing without getting hit.As Byron slows to a stop and waits on the car, he watches Xavier limp away quickly, disappearing off into the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's escaped. Again.&lt;/em&gt; Bryon thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, no." Bryon mumbles to himself, defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Summers limps too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Blood, dirt and debris from his fall outside worsen the pain from the gunshot wound to his leg damage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering the Williams' main house through the back door, he makes his way upstairs in search of Professor Williams... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upstairs, Professor Williams carefully pulls the bullet out from Trevor's chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He gets up and looks out the window to take breath and check on Byron outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He realizes things outside must have gone badly. Byron is nowhere to be seen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He turns, walks back, and slumps himself next to Trevor in a large chair bedside. He looks at Trevor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking deeply for some time, his hand finally reaches for the telephone sitting on the bedside table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He dials-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6022396614050842128-1846020795596861907?l=mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com/2007/11/tuesday-november-14-2007.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rieko)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022396614050842128.post-3550325195828566078</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Nov 2007 05:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-14T00:20:41.968-05:00</atom:updated><title>Tuesday November 13, 2007</title><description>The ground of the cave floor is muddy, like damp clay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy lays down to rest, exhausted from the hike there. Benji rests beside her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without saying a word, Tracy removes her wig and lays it next to her painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benji smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He begins to kiss her passionately... the light from between the trees shines all around them making them look as though they are two bears in hibernation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benji gets up gently and walks over excitedly to where his photos are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he turns and walks back towards Tracy, as if out of nowhere, the dirt below his feet crumbles and gives way. The earth literally disappears from beneath him. Swallowed by the earth- not enough time to hear his scream. It is dark and Tracy can barely see enough to comprehend what she is really seeing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;!" the shriek from her voice is enough for anyone for miles to hear as she realizes what has just happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Williams tests Trevor's blood levels over again. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the professor's analysis, Trevor appears to be slipping into a comatose state...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cuts open Trevor's shirt.  He picks up a set of large tweezers and carefully begins to operate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bryon's car screeches to a halt as Xavier looses control and spins violently and erratically into an narrow street way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Xavier crawls off the ground, supports himself against the wall. He looks back just as Bryon slams the car door shut-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6022396614050842128-3550325195828566078?l=mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com/2007/11/tuesday-november-13-2007.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rieko)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022396614050842128.post-2704194346890035675</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2007 00:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-12T19:34:28.617-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_hSDcKHVlY/RzjxCQ7203I/AAAAAAAAAz8/iQHyUTarUjk/s1600-h/Untitled-1201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132116796596736882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_hSDcKHVlY/RzjxCQ7203I/AAAAAAAAAz8/iQHyUTarUjk/s400/Untitled-1201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6022396614050842128-2704194346890035675?l=mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mapoftheworldsoap.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_12.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rieko)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P_hSDcKHVlY/RzjxCQ7203I/AAAAAAAAAz8/iQHyUTarUjk/s72-c/Untitled-1201.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

