Thank you everyone for the reviews once again – I thought I should thank 'Amy' in particular for taking the time to write such a lovely review. In fact, I was so grateful for such a wonderful review, that I just had to write another episode! :-P But, obviously, I appreciate any review, because without my asking you still all spare a few moments to review :-)

I don't think I have much else to say...

I have slightly altered the storyline in terms of how Annie finds out about her death, just a heads up.

Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own anything to do with Being Human or any of the characters. I also don't own The Real Hustle - I make a reference to it – it's just Mitchell and George's favourite show from Being Human.

Chapter 3: How Soon Is Now?

George marched into the living room, tugging down the bottoms of his smart shirt, "Right, I'm off."

Annie leapt up, "Do you want some tea before you go?" She asked, as she headed for the kitchen, but was abruptly halted in her path when George caught her arm.

"No, no, I don't want tea," he emphasised.

"I think he needs something a little stronger," Mitchell joked, still slouched into the sofa, as if he were on a mission to create a defined groove of his back.

Annie rolled her eyes at Mitchell before turning back to George, "Just enjoy yourself; that's what dates are all about. Wow, I'm going to miss that. The suspense of the first date; worrying about every little thing," she rambled on, as George's face became slightly worried, "But then it turns out perfectly and in no time you move to Bristol and get engaged!"

"Well hopefully this won't end up with one of us being dead," George joked. He knew what a funny joke was, and what a mean joke was. This type of joke was funny, and Annie giggled away whilst Mitchell unintentionally admired her; smiling cutely. But he quickly stopped himself when he realised what he was doing, and he didn't know why he was smiling like that anyway. He quickly refocused his attention on the TV.

"I'll record The Real Hustle for you," Mitchell said in passing comment as George went for the door. He had forgiven Mitchell for intruding on his private life, and when Mitchell said something simple like that, he saw it as the most thoughtful gesture and smiled.

"Wish me luck!" And he was out the door.

Annie sat down next to Mitchell, tapping the top of his thigh a few times, "I think he really appreciates that."

Mitchell shuffled so he was sitting upright and turned to Annie, "Yeah. Well it wasn't my place to ask him all those questions earlier."

Annie eyes widened suddenly, "What's happened to you?" She asked incredulously.

"I've had years of being someone I'm not, and I didn't like him. Living here, with you," he paused, and quickly added, "And George... You made me realise what's important."

Annie was almost speechless, and tried to add some humour to the serious situation – that's what Mitchell always tried to do. She placed her palm across his head, "You haven't got a temperature."

Mitchell inwardly smiled and let out a low chuckle, "I'm not ill."

"I know," they were both very serious; staring into each other's eyes as if they knew exactly what the other was thinking. Annie let out a breathy sigh, "What're we going to do tonight then?"

And those few serious seconds were gone, as quickly as they had come about.

"Well, what do you want to do?" Mitchell asked, with a puppy-like expression. He had slumped slightly further down into the sofa again, and was peering up at her.

Annie looked skywards as she 'umm'd and 'ahh'd.

"While you have think, I'm going for wee," he had jumped up and was already at the bottom of the stairs.

Annie would have barely noticed if he was gone, if it wasn't for him announcing his bladder needs.

And then there came the moment that would change Annie's living death forever.

A loud yell echoed through the house, as did the sound of erupting water.

"SHIT!"

Annie quickly 'rent-a-ghost' into the upstairs bathroom. If it wasn't for the volcano of water erupting from the toilet he would have jumped.

"Mitchell, what have you done now?" Annie asked, as if this were an everyday occurrence.

"I didn't do anything!" He was holding down the top of the toilet in an attempt to stop any more water gushing like a geyser from the top, but it didn't quite work.

"Well you must've done something!"

"Why must I have done something? George could have sabotaged it earlier!" Mitchell yelled over the flooding water.

"Don't blame George when he's not here," Annie tried to hold down the top of the toilet too.

The water began to die down to a small waterfall and then to nothing. Mitchell looked at Annie with his lips turned down in a confused frown. His face said it all, 'oops'.

He cautiously lifted the top off and saw something floating. Well two things. A little 'overflow' cap and some kind of fabric. He looked at Annie again.

She knew exactly what it was. It was the thong that she and Owen had argued about the night she died. Until now she hadn't remembered a thing about her death, but now it was vivid. It was more vivid than any memory she had ever recollected, and it was mortifying.

A traitorous tear crept down her cheek. Mitchell looked at her again just before he was about to remove the fabric. A wave of concern washed over his face, "Annie?"

"It was Owen..." She whispered to herself, as if she were in her own little bubble.

Except Mitchell could hear those three words; his concerned eyes piercing hers, "Annie?"

"Owen pushed me," she whispered incredulously. She looked up and saw brown, stern but caring eyes baring into hers, as anger tore through every frozen vein of Mitchell's body.

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I based the toilet explosion on something that happened in my house recently when I little 'overflow' plug thing came off inside the top of the toilet, and gallons of water fired from the toilet and soaked through the floor into my lounge...

Chapter 4 writing in progress...