"The Gift": Analysis of "The Gift" Arc of ABC-TV's Port Charles
(c) Alison Armstrong
(c) Alison Armstrong
An analysis of the "The Gift" episodes of the show Port Charles, formerly of ABC-TV. This site will focus on the scenes featuring the vampire character
Caleb Morley/Stephen Clay (portrayed by actor Michael Easton). The character of Caleb Morley/Stephen Clay and any other characters relating to Port
Charles are the property of ABC and their creators. This is a fan-run site and is not an official site, nor is it affiliated in any way with ABC, Port Charles, or
the actors portraying any of the Port Charles characters. No copyright infringement is intended. The writings on this site are copyrighted by the author,
Alison Armstrong, and may not be reproduced without the author's express permission.
Caleb Morley/Stephen Clay (portrayed by actor Michael Easton). The character of Caleb Morley/Stephen Clay and any other characters relating to Port
Charles are the property of ABC and their creators. This is a fan-run site and is not an official site, nor is it affiliated in any way with ABC, Port Charles, or
the actors portraying any of the Port Charles characters. No copyright infringement is intended. The writings on this site are copyrighted by the author,
Alison Armstrong, and may not be reproduced without the author's express permission.
"The Gift" #32 (cont.)
“It’s not what you think,” Livvie rushes to explain. “Jack was just keeping me company. . . Why are you
looking at me like that?”
Caleb stares at her, a cryptic smirk upon his face. “Because I have a secret,” he replies. “You’ve been a bad
girl, haven’t you, Olivia?”
“It’s not what you think,” Livvie rushes to explain. “Jack was just keeping me company. . . Why are you
looking at me like that?”
Caleb stares at her, a cryptic smirk upon his face. “Because I have a secret,” he replies. “You’ve been a bad
girl, haven’t you, Olivia?”
Snappies of "The Gift"
scenes taken by A.
Armstrong
scenes taken by A.
Armstrong
“We were just sleeping. You have to believe that,” she pleads. “I was upset, and he was just being a friend to
me, that’s all it was.” She gazes at him, trying to read his cold, inscrutable expression. “What are you
thinking?” she demands. “Why aren’t you talking to me?”
“I believe you,” he says hollowly as he caresses her face. His touch is soft, tender, but his voice is hard and
stern.
me, that’s all it was.” She gazes at him, trying to read his cold, inscrutable expression. “What are you
thinking?” she demands. “Why aren’t you talking to me?”
“I believe you,” he says hollowly as he caresses her face. His touch is soft, tender, but his voice is hard and
stern.
“I’m glad,” she responds, her fear diminishing. “Because I would never want you to doubt me in that way.”
“It’s a terrible thing when the one you love doubts,” he remarks, as if to illustrate some mysterious lesson she is
unaware he is trying to teach.
“It’s a terrible thing when the one you love doubts,” he remarks, as if to illustrate some mysterious lesson she is
unaware he is trying to teach.
“Yes,” she smiles, “and you know I would never do anything to hurt you.”
“Wait a minute—run that by me again?” he sneers. “The part about how you’d never do anything to hurt me?”
“Wait a minute—run that by me again?” he sneers. “The part about how you’d never do anything to hurt me?”
