Dear Diary,
While looking for Michael, I wandered into a part of town I'd never seen before. It looked almost like the Port Charles I knew, but not quite. The scenery, the people, even the park was different.
I stopped a pretty young woman and asked her where I was. "Oh this is West Port Charles, the new part of town."
And why did everything look different here? Was it because of indiscriminate overdevelopment, as in so many communities?
She looked confused. "No, I think it's because of the vampires. Or maybe the ghosts. Or the witches with magic candles? No, I think it's Lancelot, the hooded evil creature who fights crime."
I thought to myself that this poor girl must have had a little too much to drink, so I offered to walk her home.
"Thanks," she said, "but I'm off. I've got to go save my vampire slayer angel boyfriend from his insane arsonist wife. We have a Great Love, you know, and if he dies without remembering how very Great our Love is, he'll lose his immortal soul!" She smiled brightly and waved. "Well bye!"
And I thought the people in East Port Charles were crazy for lionizing a criminal. Saints protect my son if he ends up here.