Tyrone sat in the darkness of his house, a shadow of the joy it once was. Jack was dead, his wife was dead and his son wasn't even his. He was utterly devastated. Maria came down the stairs with a suitcase.

"We need to go Tyrone. It's not safe here. I've got your things now let's go."

"How can this be happening Maria? Why me?"

"Bad things happen Tyrone, and we can't stop who it happens to, we just need to keep moving on, now move!"

He snapped out of his trance and got up. Maria opened the front door and the dark hallway was lit up with a fiery red glow of the burning street outside. Tyrone grabbed Maria's hand and they ran out the house and across the road, avoiding the piles of rubble and dodging the flames in front of them. A policeman directed them to the Rovers Return where everyone else had gathered.

The pubs power was also out and hundreds of candles had been lit. Sean was handing out free drinks to the streets residents. Everyone looked so shocked and upset. Claire was sitting with Becky, sobbing uncontrollably. She hadn't lost her life that night, but she had lost her world.

"Tyrone mate, I'm so sorry." Steve said over the bar. Tyrone stared blankly into space.

"Is everyone here Steve?" Maria asked in concern.

He looked around at the mourning faces. "Yup, everyone's out of the houses… but I dunno where Sally and Kev are."

"Sally went to the hospital. She cut her hand in the shop."

"At least that's all that happened to her in the shop… Molly died in there." Tyrone said blankly.

Maria wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him tightly. "I know sweetheart, I know, but she's in a better place, up there with Jack and Vera looking down on us."

"But if I made her stay she wouldn't have been in the shop!"

"But Tyrone, she wanted to leave! And you didn't know a tram was gonna fall out of the sky did you? No one did!"

Tyrone felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned round and saw Claire Peacock. She was holding back the waterfall and kept a strong face for Tyrone to say, "I'm so sorry Tyrone. I know how you feel."

Tyrone broke down and replied, "I'm sorry too Claire… Ashley was a brilliant bloke."

They both fell into each others arms and sobbed. The pub sat in silence and watched in sorrow at the couple who had just lost their partners. There was nothing anyone could do but feel sorry for them, and that wasn't going to bring them back… well, it wasn't going to bring Ashley back.

The doors of the pub swung open and Kevin walked in. He looked very shook up, and when he laid eyes on Tyrone he looked even more terrified. Steve walked out from behind the bar.

"Where have you been, mate? I was starting to get worried. Where's Sally?"

Kevin was distant, and took a moment or two to realize he was just asked a question. "Oh, Sally… ehm, she's at the hospital."

"Still? I thought it was just a cut on her hand." said Maria.

Kevin turned to Tyrone in a zombie like trance. He knew what he had to say, but he dreaded to hear the words pass his lips.

"Tyrone… I need to tell you something…"

Tyrone let go of Claire and looked at Kevin, his handsome face crumpled, his eyes red and sore with crying.

"What? That you're sorry? Kevin, everyone keeps telling me that but…"

Kevin jumped right in there, "The hospital couldn't call anyone in the street with the lines being cut . . . but Tyrone . . . Molly's still alive."

Everyone in the pub gasped silently and watched in disbelief as Tyrone looked straight into Kevin's eyes in utter shock.

"You what?"

"They got her in the ambulance and as they were driving she started breathing again. She's in hospital now. I'll drive you up if you want."

Tyrone ran forward and bear hugged Kevin, smiling so happily. Becky rested her head on Steve's shoulder and watched in awe at the husband's reaction to hearing that his wife was still alive after he thought she had been crushed to death.

"Thank you so much Kevin!" Now there were tears of joy.

Kevin patted his back awkwardly, feeling incredibly guilty. His wife was still alive, but his baby still wasn't his… and Kevin knew who the Daddy was, Sally knew, Molly knew… It was only a matter of time until Tyrone himself discovered the truth…

"C'mon, let's get going." Kevin headed off out the pub and Tyrone looked around the room, some people now smiling at the stroke of luck. The death toll was one less at least.

The drive to the hospital was the longest drive of Kevin's life. Tyrone was asking so many questions, and Kevin couldn't keep up with them. This secret he was keeping was eating away at him inside, and he was always on edge, tip toeing around, making sure the truth didn't come out. With Molly alive, there was much more chance of the truth being revealed.

"Do you think Jack and Vera gave her back to me, Kev?"

"I dunno mate… You're just lucky I guess."

"Do you think she's in a stable condition? I mean, she's breathing, but what if…."

"Look, I'm sure she's fine. And she had enough strength to ask for Sally so…"

"What? … She asked for Sally?"

"Yeah…"

"Why didn't she ask for me?"

Come to think of it, Kevin didn't even know what Molly wanted with Sally. What if Molly had told Sally everything, right down to the very grittiest little detail? What if Sally was so furious that she would tell Tyrone the truth about baby Jack? What if Molly was feeling strong enough to confess her sins? Kevin sat, his hands tightly gripped with fear on the steering wheel, staring blankly at the road ahead, all these thoughts running through his mind. Tyrone waited for an answer.

"Kev?... Kev?"

"What?... uh… I dunno mate. Sally was the last person she saw, she probably just said Sally's name from the top of her head. I wouldn't worry about it."

"You're right. Sally risked her life to go in and be with Molly when she… you know… so Molly probably wanted to thank her."

"Yeah… that's it…" Kevin wished.

"And besides, there's worse things that could have happened."

"You're telling me!" Kevin said abruptly. "… I mean, yeah, you're right…"