Entering the PCPD, Diane walks straight into Jordan’s office.

“Let me guess, you’re here for the other Jason Morgan.” Jordan states.

“He’s not going anywhere. He attacked a man in the middle of the hospital. I don’t care who he claims he to be or why he did it.” Jordan can’t comprehend why all these people are coming to this man’s defense. Jordan has seen the way they fight for Drew. She has seen the bond and love they have for him, so it baffles her that they all keep marching down here claiming this other man is the real Jason Morgan.

Never knowing the real Jason Morgan, Jordan couldn’t understand why it took one look for them; one conversation, to know what’s real and what’s not.  She can recognize the fight when she sees it, she has never seen Sonny, Carly or Diane fight like this; they’ve never fought for Drew this way before.

“Do you really believe he is Jason Morgan.” Curious, Jordan whispers as if it all were a big secret. She’s heard the stories about how Jason Morgan was before 2012. She’s read the case files. She knows what Jason is capable of. She knows what he has been accused of, and with all this knowledge, even she could tell Drew wasn’t the man those files described. The legend of Jason Morgan was on everyone’s lips in Port Charles, and to Jordan, Drew never quite lived up to that myth.

Curious about the man they say is the real Jason, Jordan eagerly guides Diane to the holding cells.

“How about you just take me to my client, so I can assess the situation!” Diane demands. Trying to keep her cool, Diane shakes as they move closer to the holding cells. Knowing Jordan has no insight into Jason, Diane doesn’t want to chitchat about the unknown.  She wants to see the man for herself. She wants to know if this is really Jason Morgan.

Believing since the reveal Drew was an imposter, Diane never trusted the judgment of others. She didn’t trust the test or the proof. She never saw Jason in Drew, but she knew why they needed him to be Jason; why they wanted Drew to be Jason.

Diane slowly walks into the holding cell, Jordan trailing behind her.

Standing up, moving towards the cell door, slowly raising his head, Jason says hello to Diane with his eyes.

One look and Diane was sold. She doesn’t need any more proof. It was Jason, there was no denying that.

Standing before her as if no time had passed, Jason reveals a smile that releases the tension he had been building up since leaving Sam. He was ecstatic to see Diane. Ecstatic she was still around fighting for him. Ecstatic she was going to get him back to Sam.

Grabbing the bars to the cell, Jason uses his eyes to communicate everything Diane needed to know, letting her know she was, in fact, looking at the real Jason Morgan.

Diane, like everyone else who truly knew Jason Morgan, spoke his language. She didn’t need words to see the truth standing before her.

“Do you need anything else, Diane?” Unlocking the other cell door, Jordan signals Dr. Klein to follow her out of his holding cell; pausing to take in the view, Jordan sees the connection between Diane and Jason.

Witnessing Diane’s reaction upon laying eyes on Jason, Jordan recognized the look. It was the same look Carly had at Sonny’s compound. The same look her veteran officers had when Jordan escorted Jason through the PCPD his first night back.

They all recognize him as Jason Morgan.

Finally understanding why it only took a look, Jordan witnesses something absolutely profound. Watching as Diane’s soul connects with Jason, Jordan feels absolute in her feeling, that there was never a comparison be the two men.

“Just a moment with my client.” Forgetting anyone else was in the room with her, Diane is lost in Jason; she has been since stepping into the room. All her doubt is pushed away, Jason strength and silence is all the confirmation Diane needs. His silence makes everything make sense, it confirms her suspicion about the other guy, his silence makes him the one true Jason.

“Well, hello old friend. I’ll be damned. Sonny was actually right for once.” Moving closer to the jail cell, Diane tries to hold her composure. She has an overwhelming urge to pounce him, never letting go.

Not knowing what to expect when walking into that room, Diane never thought she would see him again. She didn’t believe Sonny when he said it was Jason. She didn’t believe when he said he had his old face. How could she? They had already claimed Jason was back. They had already explained his missing face. She heard Sonny’s words, she saw Sonny’s emotion, but she couldn’t believe him. Not again, they had already gotten it wrong. To her, the real Jason was gone and never coming back.

She believed Sonny believed this man was Jason, but looking him in his eye, she knew. She knew what Sonny had been trying to tell her. Jason Morgan was indeed back.

“You don’t think I’m a fraud?” Jason smiles.

The feeling of being recognized by the people that know him best will never get old to Jason.

Being questioned is a new and weird experience for him. One thing Jason could always count on was people trusting him, people counting on him. So, to come home to another Jason has been a blow. To return to doubt has been hard, especially when he thought coming back would solve all his problems.

Fighting to get home, Jason never thought he would have to fight for his identity once here; but people like Sam, Sonny, Carly and now Diane make the fight easier.

Them giving him his identity back without him saying a word makes Jason question how they could give his life to a stranger so easily.

“You remember who I am right? The best damn lawyer in town. It’s my job to see the wrong within the so-called right. And that other you, was nothing but wrong.” Diane never truly believed Drew was Jason. She saw the differences the moment he was declared Jason, but she understood why he needed to be Jason. She realized everyone required a Jason in their lives, even if it wasn’t the real one.

She couldn’t deny the need for Jason at that time. She couldn’t point out the wrong and take away the one thing that was holding everything together; but standing before the real Jason Morgan, she can see all the wrong more clearly. She can see the whole picture now, and she sees, she should have spoken up.

“Why didn’t they see it?” He tries his best at not making them feel guilty, but it hurts him profoundly. He listens to their words as to why. He understands their need for him, but he doesn’t know how they thought Drew was him.

“How could they believe he was me?” Gripping the bars hard, Jason shakes. He can’t see the resemblance. “I can’t understand how they could believe that was me.”

The few moments he shared with Drew tells him they are nothing alike and; the sense of danger he gets from him, makes Jason wonder what he did to fool his loved ones. He wonders was it really the need for him that made them believe he was Jason or was it something more. Was it something Drew might have done to make sure he was Jason because he can’t comprehend how Drew got his friends and family to hand over everything Jason holds dear to him.

“It’s simple. You were everything to these people. They were truly lost without you.” Diane can see all the pain this is causing Jason. She can see what their belief in this man has done.

“Carly and Sonny, it was a nightmare without your guidance.” Throwing her hands up, Diane can’t begin to express what life was like without Jason.  “They needed you, they needed someone that was Jason Morgan. And I know that sounds horrible, but it’s straight facts.”

Diane’s words cut through Jason like blades on freshly cut grass. Releasing himself from the bars, Jason steps deep into the cell, taking in each blow.

“He had your DNA, your old face and after a while your memories. He won them over when he won Sam’s heart. That was enough for them.” Closing herself to Jason, Diane feels the guilt racing through her.

She can see him trying to figure out their reasoning, trying to justify their choice. She can feel him internalizing his feelings, making it better for everyone else. Seeing the misery he is trying to hide, Diane fights the guilt, reaching out to Jason. “They wanted you any way they could have you. It’s unfair, but that’s all of it. Plain and simple.”

Racing back to the bars, Jason grabs her hand.

“Why not you? Why didn’t you believe?” Jason looks deep into Diane for the answers. He wants to know everything. He wants to know what she saw in Drew to cast doubt in her eyes.

Jason trusts Diane’s judgment. She had been his lawyer for years, and she always did right by him. She always gave him the facts and the truth. He trusted Diane the most out of any other lawyer he ever had and Jason has had a lot of lawyers.

Diane was the lawyer version of him. She was passionate, cutthroat, fearless, witty, smart, ruthless and the best at what she did. If anyone could help Jason see the wrong in Drew, it would be her. Everyone else was busy trying to spare his feelings and make it better for him. He needed honesty and clarity, and he knew Diane would give that. More than anything, Jason needed her honest opinion.

“Like I said, there was a lot of wrong with his story. And, now that you’re back, those wrongs make a lot of sense.” Never being able to pinpoint exactly what was off about Drew, Diane knew everything didn’t fit into the pretty little box that was being present to them as the new Jason. It always baffled her how everything didn’t add. How he appeared when Jason was needed most.

“What was wrong with his story?” Jason needed answers. He didn’t feel comfortable asking anyone else. All they offered were apologizes for their mistake and sympathy was everything lost.

Diane was the only one being honest about her feelings for Drew. She wasn’t apologizing for accepting someone else as Jason. She wasn’t making excuses for her choices, she was giving it to him straight, no matter how hard it might hurt to hear. Jason trusted that more than anything else being presented to him.

His friends and families guilt over the mix-up made them untrustworthy when it came to Drew. They seen something in Drew for them to believe in him this long. Drew won their love and trust, Jason can’t trusted that.

Reaching into her bag, Diane retrieves her ringing cell phone.

“It’s Carly, I’ll call her back!” Diane states, placing her phone back into her bag.

“No, answer it. Carly is with Sam. Hurry!” Jason advises. Confident Carly is calling to get an update on his situation, Jason uses this opportunity to find out how Sam is doing.

After hearing Diane’s thought on Drew, Jason doesn’t like not being in contact with Sam. It makes him uneasy. Unsure of who Drew is or if he’s innocent in all of this, Jason paces his cell. He’s sure danger lurks threatening everything he loves.

“Yes, Carly? I just got –“ Cut off, Diane falls silent and just listens.

The worried look on Diane’s face makes Jason panic. Hanging up the phone, Diane’s eyes go dark. Bringing her eyes and face level with Jason, Diane finds the strength rely Carly’s information.. She knows what she’s about to tell him will make him silently rage.

Diane’s hesitation makes Jason go numb.

Bracing himself, Jason closes his eyes, anticipating the blow awaiting him. “What is it. Just tell me.?

“Sam left the hospital without telling anyone. She left the hospital with the other man. No one has seen them.” Every word Diane put into the atmosphere is like a bullet into Jason’s heart.

“Call Sam. Call her right now.” Jason demands. Closing his eyes Jason says a silent prayer, Diane dials Sam’s number.

Shaking his hands, pacing the length of the his cell, Jason prays. He prays his instincts are wrong, and his wife is okay. He prays hard for someone to hear him.

Putting the call on the loudspeaker, Diane and Jason listen in silences as the phone rings over and over again. In silences they wait for Sam’s voice comes through the phone; while the gravity that Sam could be missing set in. In the silence they hear the beep of Sam’s voicemail, verifying their worst thoughts.

“Diane, you have to get me out of here. NOW! Sam is in trouble. I can feel it.” Jason growls, pulling against the bars with all his might. Knowing something like this would happen, Jason fights his killer instincts. Gripping the bars until the color is lost in his knuckles, Jason pulls at them trying to rip them apart.

“Jason you know it won’t be.”

“NOW, Diane,” Trying to focus his mind, cracking his neck, lowering his head, Jason wishes he went with his first instinct and killed Drew the moment he saw him.

“I’m sorry. I need to get out of here.” Lowering his voice, Jason can barely hold himself up at the news of Sam is missing.

“Jason, I don’t know how easy that will be. You beat Franco in front of witnesses.” Knowing Jason doesn’t want to hear what she’s incapable of, Diane tries to explain.

“Diane, you’ve made the impossible happen before. I need that now. I need that Diane.” Jason pleads.

Shifting side to side unsure of herself, Diane turns and heads for the squad room, leaving Jason with his thoughts.

Fearing the weight of everything will crush him if he stops moving, Jason paces his cell, thinking about the moments leading up to his arrest; about how naive he was to what truly matter. Fearing the weight of everything will crush him if he stops, Jason paces.

After what seems like an eternity, Diane returns with a huge smile on her face. “You know sometimes I amaze myself with what I am able to accomplish.”

“Just spit it out, Diane!” Jason demands. Not in the mood for Diane’s antics, Jason rushes to the cell bars. “This isn’t time for one of your witty comeback,” Jason is trying to tolerate her annoying banters because he knows she only does it when she’s bringing good news.

“Now, now.  “You asked for the impossible, right?”

Jason nods in her direction.

“And you said that what you needed, and I could do it.?” Diane ask with a sly, self-pleasing smile on her face. “ Well you wanted the impossible and I always deliver.” Knowing she is the best, Diane does a celebratory dance for herself and Jason.

 Jason was the one client Diane wanted to do the impossible for, she didn’t know why; she just knew he deserved it.

“I got you out on bail. Carly is upstairs paying it now. They should be down soon to process you out. Diane giggled. There was something about Jason, that made Diane want to achieve the impossible; maybe it was the genuine love he displayed or the passion that drove him. Whatever it was, pushed Diane to boundaries she never thought she would cross.

Smiling, Jason grabs her hand, giving it a thank you squeeze.

Not realizing how much she missed Jason, Diane can not contain her excitement over his return any longer. Pulling him to her through the bars, Diane tries to wrap herself around him. “I forgot how good you  make look as a lawyer.

Prying himself from Diane grip, “I see five years has only made you better.” Jason never questioned Diane’s ability to get the job done. “I never doubt you would get me out of here.” Diane and Jason, together  were a threat the justice system couldn’t handle; many have tried to take them down, and many have failed.

“Did you think anything less would happen in five years?”

“Time to go Morgan. Hands through the bars.” An officer interrupts, grabbing Jason hands roughly, placing handcuffs on him. The officer isn’t happy that Jason is being released. He was at the hospital. He saw what Jason did to Franco, and thinks Jason deserves to be locked up.

Securing the handcuffs on Jason wrist, the officer leads him out of the cell, pulling him close to him the officer whispers, “I don’t know what your lawyer did to get you out of here, but I saw what you did. And, I’m going to make sure justice is served. I heard about you and if you are the real Jason Morgan, just know your free ride at the PCPD is over.”

“What are you telling my client?” Diane taps the officer on his shoulder.

“Nothing.” The officer calls over his shoulder while leading Jason up the stairs. 

Unfazed by the officer, Jason only cares about is getting out of the PCPD and finding Sam.

Sam and Danny are his first, and only priority and nothing is going to stop him from getting to them. Nothing.

Waiting at one of the officers desk, Carly drums her fingers, nervously shaking her legs. “Where is he? It shouldn’t take this long.” Shooting up from her seat, Carly charges the front desk.

“Carly.”

Spinning on her heels, Carly bum rushes Jason, “I did what you asked.”

“Ok. I know, thank you. Now, tell me everything starting with when you arrived at the hospital.” Prying himself from Carly’s grip, Jason pulls her to the side.

“ I got there, went straight to Sam’s room and she wasn’t there; all her stuff was gone, so I thought maybe they moved her to another room.”

“What did her room look like?” Jason interrupts.

“What.” Confused, Carly turns her back to Jason. “It was fine, it looked like every other hospital room.”

“No, I mean was there anything out of place. Did it look like a struggle had taken place?” Jason whispers.

“No, nothing like that. Jason, what’s going on?” Panicked, Carly turns around to look Jason in his eyes.

“Nothing, what else happened.” Jason thunders, rubbing his temples.

“No, Jason something is wrong. You’re scared. I can tell. I know you, and you’re scared. Why?”

“Carly, focus, please. I need to find Sam. Please finish. What did you do next?”

Side-eyeing Jason, “Then, I went to find Epiphany. She panicked when I told her Sam was gone.” Dropping her head, Carly shifts her weight back and forth, nervous of what comes next.

“What Carly. What is it.” Calling her attention back to him, Jason knows Carly is hiding something.

Moving towards a desk, Carly pulls out a chair and takes a seat. Pulling herself together, Carly finds the words to tell Jason about Danny. “It’s Danny.” deliberately not mentioning Danny when she called about Sam, Carly watches her words change Jason.

“What about Danny.” Fearing the worst, tear well in Jason’s eyes. He already knows. He can feel it.

“I didn’t tell you because I knew you would want to do something about it. I knew you would risk everything.”

“Slightly raising his voice, “Tell me Carly.” Jason wanted to hear the words.

“They took Danny too. Epiphany and I went to the playroom, the nurses said his parents checked him out.”

“Danny, he has Danny too?” Weakened, Jason loses himself in Carly’s words; the PCPD falls away, and he is back in the hospital room touching Danny for the first time in five years.

His mind racing with different scenarios, “What time did you drop Danny off?” Hoping that’s not the last time he sees his Danny again, Jason tries to focus on the facts.

“A little after 11 this morning.” Standing up, Carly moves back towards Jason.

“What time did you get back and find Sam and Danny gone?” Staring off into nothingness, Jason doesn’t  register Carly’s attempts to comfort him. Overwhelmed, Jason is trying to piece it all together but his heart won’t let him; beating with different emotions, Jason to go into shut down mode.

“Around 3:30.”

“And I was arrest a little after noon. So, he had 3 hours.” Going into Stone cold mode, Jason heads for the exit.

Grabbing Jason arm before he can escape, “You know Sam hates hospitals, just like you. Maybe she just had that guy take her home.”  It broke her heart to see Jason living his worst nightmare; to see the damage she has caused.

“No, Sam wouldn’t leave the hospital without telling anyone. Something is not right. She would have came here.”

“I don’t know if you forgot, but Sam sneaks out of the hospital all the time, something I believe she learned from you.” Truly believing Sam snuck out of the hospital and Drew tagged along, Carly pulls Jason to her, trying to calm his raging soul. “Jason, I think you’re overreacting.”

Snatching himself from Carly, “Carly, stop! I know Sam, and I know something is wrong. Give me your cell phone.” Jason barks. He doesn’t mean to be angry at Carly, but the stakes have been raised now that Danny is missing. Knowing Sam will do whatever it takes to keep Danny safe, Jason rubs his head in frustration. Sam courage is what scares him most.

Knowing Drew was a threat, Jason’s mentally beats himself for letting Franco get the best of him; he beats himself to every passing ring. He beats himself until his soul crumbles at the sound of her voice through the voicemail.

Pulling himself together, Jason grabs Carly’s keys. “I have to go find them!”

“Where are you going?” Carly screams while racing behind him.

Knowing exactly where his family was, “Home,” Jason bolts for the door.