"Home time at last. A bath, wine and rubbish TV, a great night in, I'll see you all later"

"Bye Maddy" Mark said as she she left

She was getting in the lift when Linden ran in, fighting the childish urge to press the door close button, she held it open. Great another minute trapped in a confined space with him.

"Thanks so got any plans tonight?"
"Yes thanks, you?"
"Just visiting Olivia, collect my car first thank god we don't get charged parking"

"Mmm" She said willing the lift to go faster

"I was wondering, I mean earlier, I'm sorry, I don't what got into you but..."
"You amaze me you really do! You are so smart and yet when it comes to humans especially the opposite sex you are soooo infuriation. Maybe I'm sick of having men rule my life, and then ruin it." The doors opend and she stormed out. Checking for traffic she crossed the Zebra crossing, Linden mean time was running after her, he stopped to check to to before dashing over to her,

"Look Maddy, what did I do wrong. Tell me...please"

She ignored him, got in the car and drove off leaving Linden with a sad look on his face before retreating to his car.

On the way home maddy was cursing herself for losing her cool. He had run after her, he seemed genuinely worried. She focused her attention on the road, and got home in one piece. Maddy...He'd called her Maddy, not Dr Young. Oh now this really got to her, so he used her first name, big deal, it didn't mean he liked her, I mean Mark used it all the time and he certainly didn't like her in that way. She locked her car, went into her house, shut the door, crawled upstairs and ran a bath, as it was running she went to the kitchen to get a glass of wine. She immersed herself in the bath, out her IPod on speakers and lost herself in the comforting warm bubbles, her body relaxed, maybe her mind would follow.

Linden meanwhile had stopped at a shop to pick up some flowers, white roses. He arrived at the cemetery and walked in. He went to find Olivia's grave, hoping it hadn't been vandalised. As he cleared away the dead flowers he noticed a yellow rose, sitting there. Fresh, like it had been laid there only yesterday. No note was attached. He thought it was a kind gift,and kept it aside to put with his flowers. As he lay his flowers a gentle breeze blew through his hair, snatching a piece of paper from his hand, blowing it away. Cursing as it was a prayer he was about to read it. He ran after it, the paper swirled in the wind and came to land on a grave, Linden approached with caution and as he bent down to pick up the paper glanced up to the grave stone

"Here lies Mrs Jennifer Young, Devoted mother to Maddy and Hannah and Wife to David, May she rest with the Angels and rise with the sun"

Young? Maddy? Dr. Young? It all fit together, he then noticed the grave was big, built for a family many years ago. A smaller grave stone read

"Sunny Young, Beloved daughter to Hannah Young and niece to Maddy Young. May she join her grandmother to live with the angels'' .

He noticed yellow roses by both the grave stones left recently.

He didn't know about signs and things, but the wind had blown it to this grave stone, of someone who had helped in a difficult situation and would always help him in a difficult situation. Was Olivia telling him it was OK to care for someone else? Was it OK for him to care again for someone other than his patients?. He sat by the grave and glanced up to the little flats by the grave and saw Maddy's window, a green wind chime hung from it he noticed that morning. He had too see her, to see if she was OK. Somehow he had this feeling that he had hurt her, and last night, wait wasn't she crying? He tried to remember through the haze of a memories that slowly started to resurface. Raised voice, an argument? Her crying on the step? A man and Woman? Stairs, he remembered stairs. He couldn't remember anything else. He went back to his wife's grave and read the prayer, offered her thanks and set off on the difficult and challenging task of helping Dr. Young or at least try not to upset her further.