Brenda Calls Sonny after the crash / "Your blood is coursing through my veins"

Brenda is staring out of the window. She goes to the phone, lies down on the bed and dials Sonny's number.

Sonny's answering machine picks up.

Brenda: Hi. That wasn't uncertainy in my voice, I just wanted to call and let you know I was thinking about you.

Sonny (picks up): Hey!

Brenda (laughs lightly, smiling): You screening your calls?

Sonny: Better safe than sorry.

Brenda: Which am I, safe or sorry?

Sonny: You're in a category all by yourself.

Brenda: How are you feeling?

Sonny: Why don't you get yourself over here and find out for yourself.

Brenda: I'd love to, but I can't.

Sonny: Sure you can.

Brenda: Only if I sprout wings. I'm not in Port Charles.

Sonny: You don't feel very far.

Brenda: Rochester

Sonny: And what's in Rochester that's so important?

Brenda: You may find this hard to believe, but I do have a life. Or I did until I trashed my car last week.

Sonny: Which raises another question. How did you get to Rochester without wheels?

Brenda: Umm, a friend. With wheels. Very nice ones in fact.

Sonny: Oahm…and this friend…is it someone I know?

Brenda: You might.

Sonny: Mmm Sonny: Have a safe trip.

Brenda: Sonny…Sonny…(louder) Sonny.

Sonny: I'm right here.

Brenda: You never answered how you're feeling.

Sonny: I'd feel a lot better if you were here.

Brenda: Really? Are you sorry I'm not?

Sonny: Well, you're always here a little bit, don't forget it's your blood coursing through my veins.

Brenda (laughing): The magic of modern medicine.

Sonny: How about just plain magic.

Brenda: If that really helps you.

Sonny: Well, it's kind of hard to describe. You have to use your imagination.

Brenda: Oh, believe me, I do.

Brenda (quietly): I'd better go.

Sonny: I'll see you when you get back.

Brenda: Goodnight

They hang up.

Sonny (out loud, to himself): I'm glad you called.