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26, 2009 Transcript Michael: You would leave Cancun without a word? Kristina: I was writing a note. Michael: You don't bail on me without saying good-bye to my face. Kristina: I couldn't. I didn't wanna see your face when I told you the truth. Michael: What truth?! Michael: The truth is that you're sucking up to Kiefer. You can't accept that he dumped you for Tara, so you're just gonna go back home and beg him to take you back. Kristina: That's not what I meant. I haven't been honest with you from day one. Michael: Honest about what? Kristina: Kiefer and I got into a bad fight, and I was crying, and I was driving. Gonna hate me, aren't you? Michael: Keep talking. Kristina: We'd been at the country club, and I was crying so hard that I wasn't paying attention to the road, and I swerved into the wrong lane, and I almost hit another car. I think it was Claudia's. I think the reason our baby brother died--I think it was me. Kristina: I'm a coward and a loser and a lousy sister. Michael: You don't know for sure it was you that ran Claudia off the road. You have no proof. Kristina: You don't have any proof that you did it either! And you feel guilty, and you blame yourself, and I let you. Even with how wonderful you've been to me, I let you do that. Michael: It's not so bad. Kristina: I was there on the terrace the night dad ripped into you, when he said that you killed our baby brother. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't. Michael: Look, now, neither one of us should have been driving that night. Kristina: Kiefer helped me calm down and told me how to fix it. I should've told you. What am I saying? I should have stopped to check, to see if the person I ran off the road was okay. This is all my fault, and I don't know how to fix it. Michael: It's okay. You can-- you can go home and, um, get your life back. You know, I'll stay on the run. I don't care about taking the blame. Kristina: It's not fair to expect you to take the blame for something I could have done. Michael: Yeah, but you've got a future all mapped out. All I've got back home is a life of messing things up for the people I love, including you. Kristina: You should get some help. Michael: Maybe you should stop worrying about me, okay? Go home. Focus on getting into Yale. Make the family proud of you. You know, I promise Dad's gonna love it. Kristina: I'm bailing on you. It just doesn't seem right. Michael: I knew you'd leave eventually. Kristina: Will you at least go with me to the bus station? Michael: Are you kidding? I'm not gonna let you take the bus all the way back to Port Charles by yourself. Kristina: Does that mean you're coming with me? Michael: I didn't mean to give you the wrong impression. I'm not going back home with you. There's nothing there for me. Kristina: I'm there. Michael: You're better off without me. Kristina: How will I know you're okay? Michael: I'll keep in touch. I promise. It's a good thing you were smart enough to get your passport when we left home. Okay, you can take a flight out of Cancun tomorrow afternoon. Kristina: We don't have enough money to pay for a plane ticket. Michael: I'll find the money. Kristina: How?
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