Franky did not know when exactly did she stop holding Bridget's hand and tried a bold move of asking the blonde to sleep in her arms. She knew very well that her girl has completely fallen apart and even if it kills her, she would do all that she can to help Bridget heal.

While Bridget slept peacefully in Franky's arms, Frank was awake thinking about what Bridget told her. Something about the events unfolding did not seem quite right. Granted that the blonde attributed it to amnesia and believed that she was guilty but in Franky's mind, the wheels were starting to turn. She kept replaying what Bridget told her in her head.

Though worried for Bridget's mental state, Franky realized that she was also thoroughly enjoying the fact that she was peaceably being able to hold Bridget as the more matured one slept. She enjoyed how pressed up Bridget's body was against hers, how heart-warming it felt, how it reminded her of how they used to sleep when they were both free.


"Gidge," Franky whispered as she gently rubbed the blonde's small of the back.

"Hmmuh?" Bridget mumbled as she stirred. She looked up to meet Franky's loving gaze.

"It's nearly time for your first breakfast here at Wentworth," Franky said as her mesmerizing smile was beginning to form. Bridget's frazzled face was still beautiful to Franky. In fact, it made her heart flutter like no other female has made her feel.

"How do you know that when there's no clock in here?" Bridget asked as she rubbed her eyes. "I love sleeping on you. I enjoyed the smell of you. It's so comforting. The best thing that happened to me these past months has been this," Bridget said while touching Franky's tone stomach over her pajamas.

That comment made Franky raised her eyebrows playfully as she smirked at the blonde beauty before her eyes. "Stay here long enough and the air is your alarm clock," Franky winked. It was true for Franky, she could smell it in the air when it was time to wake up. She had not slept all night. She figured the time spent on sleeping was better spent fully appreciating the fact that Bridget was in her arms again.

Franky shifted her weight a little so that she could see Bridget better and her smile faded. "Gidge, I have to ask. I know you're not too alright talking about it but it's me; you know you can tell me anything and I can't help but feel that there's more to it. Something feels out of place," Franky said as she studied Bridget's serious expression. Having not been interrupted, she continued, "Have you had any representation?"

Bridget let out an exasperated sigh before answering, "I had an appointed lawyer. I didn't hire one because I'm guilty. My lawyer thinks so too. The evidence on me is rather solid." And with that Bridget sat up in her small bed.

Franky sat up too sensing the blonde's tension. She knew that she would have to tread lightly. "I would like to look at your files. I helped a few. Could you get Vera to hand me your files?"

Franky asked and rubbed the blonde's back in a soothing manner. It seemed to work because she felt Bridget relaxing into her touch.

Bridget made no verbal reply but she nodded.

"Also, we're keeping our relationship a secret, right? Perhaps we can let some time pass and then we can let the girls know that it happened in H2 and not when I was first released" Franky said.

Again, there was no reply but a nod sufficed for Franky. "Well then, I better sneak back into my room. Liz is quite the early riser."

Franky took one last look at Bridget who was still sitting in bed and looking at Franky. "You should also change into your teal. You don't want to stick out in the breakfast crowd," Franky said as she nodded towards Bridget's all black attire. "We'll go for breakfast as a family. Meet you outside."


It was an odd sight for the girls of H2 to see the very fashionable Bridget Westfall dressed in white and teal. They decided that no comment was the best way to go as they walked together.

Bridget felt awful on the inside. She felt so terrible that she made no attempt to fix her hair. She allowed her blonde hair to fall in whichever way they like. The lack of hair products and overwhelming sense of guilt disempowered her. The whole way walking, Bridget felt like pulling up her hoodie and get lost in the mass of teals but she knew doing that would worry Franky further. She could see how worried the brunette was of her and she did not want to worsen the situation.

The girls at H2 sat in a group. Franky acted like it was pure coincidence for ending up sitting beside Bridget and Liz was sitting opposite from Bridget.

"Liz, listen… about yesterday, I'm sorry. There's a lot going on right now. I'm not trying to make excuses for myself. I just lost control," Bridget began but she was cut off.

Joan Ferguson stood towering behind Bridget. "Control. You see, that's a funny thing. To most, for the exception of one; you'll come to realize that control is an illusion here at Wentworth. Tell me, is the guilt of killing a child almost too much to bear for someone as moral as yourself?"

"Get outta here, you Freak!" Franky shouted.

"Who would have guessed that the great and noble forensic psychologist is no better than anyone. Perhaps worst, since no one else can attest that they've killed a child," Ferguson said menacingly.

Bridget had enough. She stood up and ran as the look of horror mirrored all the girls of H2.

Franky stood up in lightning speed, not worried about what others might think of her relationship with Bridget. That was secondary, primarily, chasing up to Bridget and making sure that she was ok was vital to Franky.


"Doyle, no running," Vera called out.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Bennett. The Freak was trying to get a rise out of Bridget. I'm worried that she can't take it. Also, can you please get me her files? Thanks!" Franky said as she slowed to a jog past Vera.

Vera let out a sigh and called out as Franky turned a corner, "I'll get those files."

Franky knew that since Bridget was new as a prisoner, there was not many places that she would go. She decided to try the H2 first as Bridget has adopted a hermit lifestyle.

To her horror, she saw a bedsheet hung over Bridget's door; similar to the one Bea had made in an attempt to end her life. Franky flew over, opened the door to see Bridget already gasping for air as she hanged.

In a quick motion, Franky grabbed both of Bridget's legs and thrusted her upwards so that she could breathe. Bridget was choking and gasping wildly for air.

"Get the sheet off your neck," Franky commanded as she continued to hold Bridget upwards. Bridget, weakened by the struggle for air, feebly lifted the sheet over her hear.

Slowly, Franky allowed Bridget to slide to the floor. As Bridget touched the floor, she pulled her knees up and hugged them. Franky sat beside Bridget and hugged her girl tight. "That was stupid you know, letting the Freak get to you like that," Franky spoke.

"I know. I usually don't react to her but this time it cuts deep and she's right," Bridget said, now sobbing.

As Bridget cried, Franky cried with her.