Bridget was in disbelief. Disbelief that she had just quit her job and her girl. Her heart was heavy but as she drove off in her car, she believed that she was doing the right thing. She remembers mumbling something in the lines that it was for both their sakes; she had told the teary-eyed Franky. Tears flowed down her eyes as she remembered the hurt so apparent on Franky's face.

Bridget was still driving but the longer she drove, the more powerless she felt and it wasn't something that she was used to feeling. Being a forensic psychologist, Bridget was accustomed to keeping her feelings in checked until she met the beautiful brunette who came wrecking down her walls of defense in the few times that they had met.

Her heart was pounding, her head was exploding and her vision was blurring. The blonde knew that if she kept driving, she would be endangering lives. Her chest and throat were constricting by the time she pulled to a curb. Bridget got out unsteadily, nearly tripping herself up. She drew deep breaths but it seems futile. Weakly, she closed her car door and walked towards the row of shops.

The usually composed blonde was flying off the rails hard and fast. The inner psychologist was telling her that. It's a lot different to treat oneself despite having dealt with so many similar cases. It's no wonder that doctors can't treat themselves.

Bridget kept walking until she entered a bar. It was an ordinary bar, with wooden furnishings and a burly bartender. She sat on a vacant bar stool and motioned for the burly man to pour her a shot of whiskey. Five shots in, Bridget was finally feeling better about her just obliterated life. The unbearable pain was finally fading…

Franky felt like someone tore her heart into little pieces and grounded those little pieces into dust. It was agonizing to watch Bridget leave and do nothing about it. She was upset with herself. Maybe there was something she could have said to make the broken Bridget stay. Perhaps if they weren't in prison, Franky could have held onto her, make her remember how loved they both felt when in each others embrace. The pain was searing in her heart. It was so painful that her first response was to have meaningless rebound sex with Allie.

Franky clutched harder at her pillow, her Bridget substitute, as the tears streamed down her eyes. Regret was dancing tauntingly in her head. If only she had been more open with Bridget. If only she didn't hide her desire to escape prison from the love of her life. Perhaps Bridget may not have spiraled so badly if Franky would be more forthcoming about herself. She pushed and hurt the blonde too much. The memory of her last words to Bridget haunts her, "I fucking love you" was playing on repeat. Was the word "fucking" necessary? Would it mean more if she had just said it like the rest of the world?

The pain of losing Bridget was excruciating and soul-sucking. Everything went by in a haze: count, work, eat, sleep. Franky had turned into a soulless zombie without the one woman who knew she could be better than she projected. The one who first believed in her. She was completely numb and the worst part was that no one knew why she was in such a mood. The pain was apparent to them but the reason was not.

"We'll give her some space. She's just having a struggle at adjusting. She'll be alright," Franky overheard Liz telling Sue.

Franky felt too overwhelmed to even smile at them so she started walking into her room as she heard Sue exclaimed, "Bloody hell! Ms. Westfall, what happened to ya head and why are you having an inmate's basket? Should you even be working? Where's the new inmate? How are you doing admissions? I thought you resigned." Franky was stopped dead in her tracks.

Vera stood awkwardly beside Bridget. She felt bad. As her best friend, Vera felt somewhat responsible so she took the liberty to escort her friend into H2 where Bridget would be safe with the girls and away from the Freak. "Liz, may I have a word?" Vera spoke suddenly, breaking the strange mood that had befallen H2.

"Uh, yeah, sure Ms Bennett," Liz sputtered.

Vera gestured for Liz to follow her, putting some distance between them and the silent gawking mess in the common room.

"Liz," Vera began, "Bridget is in a very fragile state and I think that it is best that you would look after her, the way that you do with the other girls."

"I, uh, I don't understand. Why is Ms. Westfall in H2? Wh-what has she done? What happened?" Liz fired questions after questions.

"Look, Liz, it's not my place to say but I do think that you of all the girls here would identify best with how Bridget is feeling right now." Vera stated painfully. Vera hoped that Liz understood that she was indicating on the issue Liz had brought up a day before Bridget's resignation without directly addressing it.

Liz was at a loss of words. Her head couldn't grasp what was happening. Vera taking it that Liz was out of questions, she added, "Just take good care of her" before she turned around and left.

Franky could not believe that the love of her life would appear before her eyes again. She thought that her Gidget was gone forever but here she was with the standard inmate possessions at Wentworth. Tears welled up in her green eyes as she gazed at Bridget.

Bridget's face mirrored Franky's. She was still in shocked.

Franky, recovering from her initial shock, walked forward in an attempt to reach for Bridget, an over-longing, aching, burning desire to hold her in her arms despite the millions of questions which plagued her. As she was about to touch the blonde, Bridget suddenly looked resolute, she raised her index finger, "Stay away from me," she warned before walking towards her 'new room' and slamming the door behind her.

Boomer's mouth hung open; Liz witnessed the whole encounter further away; and Franky stared at the closed door.