At the Dimera mansion, once again.
(EJ is still perusing over the papers, smiling a bit at the numbers. According to the reports, his profits increased considerably this fiscal year. Sadly, the man is a billionaire many times over, and is an incredibly unhappy man. (Who gives a rats behind he is unhappy you say? Well, we should feel a little sympathy for our villain, should we not? Yeah yeah, I know. Horse doodle. )
Our narrator continues on like she hadn’t been interrupted… Incredibly unhappy man, blah blah blah.. Anyway, this night, his life could happen to change. He is about to be visited by someone he’s long forgotten about. First he lost Samanther, I mean Samantha. Then Johnny renounced him as his father and started exclusively calling Rafe “Daddy”. Then Nicole tried to worm back into his life after Brady threw her out on her hind end. She was able to get full custody of Sydney. And then there was Hannah. But he didn’t give a care at all. He didn’t even know her. Not at all. Not for nobody. He didn’t have any love in his stone cold heart for those in Whoville. (Wait, what? Oops, my bad. That’s the Grinch Who Stole Christmas. Well, Grinch, Scrooge, Devil…it all fits EJ Dimera.) Anyway, our downtrodden and absent hearted fool prepares himself a drink. He plops down on the leather recliner and stares blankly ahead. There isn’t much for him to do in this dark and gloomy mansion but sit. Sit idly by and let time go on. And on… He is about to down his drink when it slides across the table and crashes on the floor…
EJ: What the devil? ( He looks around to figure out what happened, if someone else is in the room) Chris! If you are playing games with me, I swear…
Chris: (calls from the kitchen) Excuse me, sir?
EJ: I said to call me…
Chris: Sorry sorry. What is the matter, master?
EJ: Nevermind. You’ve been in the kitchen all this time?
Chris: Yes, yes. Preparing a hot toddy. Chilly night, you know.
EJ: Whatever. Just be sure to drop five dollars in the metal box for using the kitchen supplies for your own needs.
Chris: Of course, master.
EJ: Very well. Get out of here. Oh wait. Clean up this mess on the floor while I prepare myself another drink.
Chris: As you command, master.
EJ: And hurry up. I would prefer to be alone.
Chris: Well, you aren’t my type anyway.
EJ: Pardon?
Chris: I said you look tired anyway. Will you need me to turn down the bed for you, sir?
EJ: As always, yes, you insolent fool.
(Chris finishes picking up the broken glass and wipes up the spilled liquid on the floor. He goes to leave, but somehow feels a bit bold)
Chris: Goodnight, Mr Dimera, and Merry Christmas.
EJ: (Snorts in derision) Bah, humbug.
Then, as Chris darkens the lights in the 1st floor of the Dimera mansion, EJ becomes uncharactistically nervous. Like the hairs of the back of his neck are standing on end... Then he hears an deep foreboding voice...
DEEP VOICE: You need to change your evil ways, Elvis. Before it is too late... BEWARE, Dimera spawn! Beware....beware...beware.... (then chains jangle, jingle, or whatever it is that chains do...)
EJ: (And in an scared unsure voice that makes the writer giggle with delight)
Samantha?
And on the next Days of our Holiday Lives....
EJ is visited by a former co-worker with unusual news.
Samantha, Rafe, Chloe and Philip remember the good ol days.
A unforgotten familar face return...