Friday December 13, 2013:
A silver Tesla drove up the drive of the Forrester Estate. A dark haired, suited gentleman walked the estate and into to the house. Inside Eric Forrester was toasting his dead wife’s portrait as he continued their tradition of having a nightly martini. Eric lamented having no one to share the second drink with. A voice came from behind him “yes, you do.” Eric turned. It was Ridge! He’d returned from a 15 month absence while living in Paris. He was back to reunite with Brooke, Ridge declared.