"Are you sure you want me to come?" Holly asked as she watched Max throw his stuff into the suitcase on the bed in front of him.

"Why wouldn't I?" Max asked his girlfriend as he continued to pull clothes out of his wardrobe.

"Because you're going back to divorce your wife." Holly pointed out. For 10 months Max had been living in Birmingham and for 6 of those he'd been dating Holly.

"Don't call her that. She'll be nothing in a few weeks." Max stated, feeling the pain hit him at the mention of Zoe.

"But-" Holly began, but she was cut off by Max, as she always was when she tried to talk about Zoe.

"Look, if you don't want to come then don't come. I've asked you to, but I'm not going to beg." He pushed the last of his clothes into the bag.

"Ok, ok. I'll come. When do we need to leave?"

"Half an hour." Max supplied, grabbing his cigarette pack from the nightstand.

"Okay, I'll nip home and pack a case. Pick me up as you drive past." Holly told him as she pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before she grabbed her keys and left. As Max heard the front door of his flat close, he flopped back against the bed. He hadn't been in Holby since he'd left 10 months ago, and in that time he'd had no contact with Zoe, but from what Robyn had told him, nothing had changed.

"Max is bringing his girlfriend. Is the spare room made up? Is it tidy?" Robyn fussed around as she did her best to make the living room look presentable.

"Yes and yes." Lofty replied as he trudged through to the kitchen and put the kettle on.

"Good, because I want to make a good impression on Holly. She's a lawyer." Robyn told him, proud that her brother was moving on with his life.

"I know. Neither of us have met her Robyn, it's weird that you know so much." Lofty pointed out as he put the milk into his drink and the one he was making for Robyn.

"Well Max barely says anything about her so I had to stalk her Facebook and Twitter."

Lofty grinned at this. "You're terrible, Robyn. When will they be here?"

As Lofty asked the question, the front door was pushed open and a familiar voice called out, "I'M HOME, BITCHES!"

As Lofty rolled his eyes, Robyn ran for the front door and pulled her brother into a hug. "I've missed you! Where is she?"

"Nice. I don't see you for almost a year and you're more interested in who I've brought with me."

"No, I-" Robyn began.

"She's just on the phone to her mum in the car. She won't be a minute, we're parched though."

"Shall I stick the kettle on or open a bottle?" Lofty asked as Robyn stood in the door, watching the car in the dark for any glimpse of Max's girlfriend.

"Probably a bottle." Max replied to Lofty, slapping his shoulder in greeting before he turned back to his sister. "Don't scare her off before she's even got out of the car. You're her first impression of Holby." Max laughed. He was trying to cover up his feelings with jokes, his pain at being back in the house where he'd once lived with Zoe was eating him up inside. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't forget her, despite wanting nothing less than to forget her existence.

As the passenger door to the car opened, Robyn stood back from the front door slightly, not wanting to be thought of as weird by her brother's girlfriend. As the rays of the streetlight hit Holly, it became immediately obvious that despite her profile pictures on social networks, that she looked quite similar to Zoe.

Holly approached the door hesitantly, but when she saw Robyn she gave a smile. "You must be Robyn, it's lovely to meet you."

As his sister and Lofty met Robyn, Max went up to his old room. Standing in the doorway, he imagined the room as it used to be- Zoe would be in bed grumbling about having to work an early, but as soon as he walked into the room with coffee, her face would light up. She'd tell him he knew her so well, and then after he'd put the coffee down she'd pull him back to bed.

"Is this our room?" Holly's question pulled Max from his thoughts.

"Ah, yeah. Just put your stuff...over there." He motioned to the chair that still sat in the corner. Zoe had brought that chair to put her clothes on, insisting everywhere else was too messy.

"Your sister seems... Nice." Holly smiled as she searched for the right word

"She's a little over excitable." Max replied from his position in the doorway.

"Well she's probably missed you. You haven't seen her since you left here, baby." Holly reminded her as she gently removed her high heels and placed them underneath the chair where all her stuff was.

"Lofty, is it just me or..." Robyn began as she topped up her own wine glass.

"Yes."

"You don't know the question yet."

"I know what you're going to ask. Yes, she does look like Zoe." Lofty supplied the answer to the question that Robyn was still yet to ask.

"Thank god, I thought it was just me."

"If you've seen her Facebook profile, how have you missed this tiny detail?"

"I don't know. People look different in photos. In photos you look all manly but in reality-" Robyn stopped with a laugh as Lofty threw a cushion at her.

A moment later, both frowned as the front doorbell rang.

"Expecting anyone?" Lofty asked.

As Robyn shook her head, she approached the door and pulled it open. "...Zoe."