I See The Writing (Repeating?) On The Wall
Maybe I'm wrong; maybe the dialogue we heard today, so death-obsessed and accompanied by the most dramatic of music, was just typical General Hospital morbidity and not foreshadowing for a poorly-paced and shoddily-resolved murder (or attempted murder. Which, from what I understand, is considered a capital crime and mortal sin in Port Charles. Actual murder is sort of a tricky gray area) mystery. I'd love to be wrong! Mostly because I don't think I have the wherewithal to survive another Port Charles trial (do you know how embarrassing it is to scream "I OBJECT!" at a fictional judge on your television screen?! Of course you do, because you have the same knowledge of the American justice system as a typical third grader and are therefore also horrified by the legal inaccuracies depicted on this show), but also because I don't want to lose the campy villainy of Heather Webber, who has raised daffily and terrifyingly talking to herself to an art form.
So, yeah, I'm hoping that the following are just a series of random dark moments, unconnected to each other and to the future plot of the show.
Dante: I'm not going to go near her until I know I'm not going to kill her or she's already dead. Whichever comes first.
"Yeah, sure. 'Fine'. Right. 'Fine', 'murdered', same diff."
"Something like fucking MURDER you nutter? Something like that? You know what will happen then? PEOPLE WILL CHEER AND FEEL SAFE AT NIGHT!"
"Honestly, did none of you see me menacingly raise my eyebrows and seethe with hatred? What is the point of having perfectly manicured and surprisingly mobile eyebrows if no one is going to pay attention to them?"
Anna: I am going to see to it that you are confined to a hellhole a hundred times worse than Ferncliff for the rest of your miserable life.
Heather: Please don't.
Anna, mockingly: Oh, don't! Why? You'll never breathe fresh air again or feel the sun on your skin or see your precious Steven Lars again.
Steven: Maybe it's better for everyone if she just never wakes up.
That's a whole lot of people wanting to physically harm, or otherwise erase from this earth any sign of, Heather. Maybe it's nothing. Maybe it's the start of a mystery. Maybe Heather is immortal and can't be killed, so all of this is extremely moot. All I know is that if Heather winds up dead, my money is on Elizabeth's eyebrows.