It was finally the day of Deirdre's funeral and the service had been early in the morning. The service had been as beautiful and went as well as could be expected for a funeral. Little Eccles had been there in a small box beside Deirdre as well. She had loved that little dog so much that it wouldn't have been right for his presence to be missing. The whole street had turned out in their posh suits and black dresses and had now all piled back to the Rovers for the wake. Ken was still in pieces, he had cried all day so far and no amount of comfort from family and friends was helping him to stop. He was however grateful for all their support and thanked them all so much for coming on such a sad day.

Stella had done a full spread of sandwiches and little bits they could pick at, pastries and a few crisps and snacks. Drinks of course were on the house and a little music played tasteful and quietly as background noise. All the family had turned out and the children were all there too, running around and causing havoc. She called for everyone's attention as Peter got up to make a speech on behalf of his distraught and grieving father. Carla stood beside him, a tower of support as he got emotional and said his piece.

"So if you'd all join me in a toast, to Deirdre, loved mother, grandmother and wife"

Everybody applauded and clinked their glasses with a cheer to their late friend. It was all very emotional that it even managed to bring a tear to Tracy's eye. It didn't last long though and soon she was back on the drink, ignoring her two children and socialising with anyone who could stand to talk to her for longer than five minutes. Of course in typical fashion she played on their sympathies when they mentioned her mother and tried her best to play the part of grieving daughter.

A few people she was not fooling though were her boyfriend Rob, his sister Carla and her brother Peter. They saw right through the act and felt she was behaving most inappropriately given the situation. Rob had also been lumbered with the mammoth task of minding his son, who again today seemed to be acting up more than usual. They hadn't taken him to the funeral because Tracy had insisted he was too young and so he had been left with Sophie Webster who had kindly offered to baby-sit whilst everyone else attended the funeral.

Jamie would not stop whimpering and Rob was at the end of his tether being the only one that could hear him. With the pub so busy it was just noisy and only those who had him close by who could hear the screams. Frustrated and fed up he picked him out of the pram. Placing him on his shoulder he bounced him and offered him comfort hoping he would settle but when he kept on screaming Rob turned to plan B. Putting Jamie back in the pram he tucked him up and as he was manoeuvring the pram around the awkward layout of the pub Emily interrupted him.

She cooed over little Jamie in the pram and then when Rob made a move to go again she went to stop him. Rob insisted that he get away saying that Jamie was tired and needed some rest. Emily couldn't help but agree but it wasn't fair that a nice young man like Rob should sacrifice time with his family. She very kindly offered to take little Jamie and watch him for a few hours. How could Rob resist? Someone else was offering to look after his child, why not. He thanked Emily and let her take the pram.

"Come on then little one" she said happily as Rob held the pub door open for her to get out.

Ken caught sight of one of his and Deirdre's eldest friends leaving with his grandson and quite frankly he had had enough of this whole affair now that he could do with some peace himself. Getting up he quickly disappeared out and went after Emily. She waited for him and then offered that he come inside and keep her company for a while if he liked. Ken was grateful of her friendship and took the pram from her as he headed inside first.

Jamie had quietened again now out of the pub that didn't mean he wasn't going to cause any havoc. He was only seven months old but he was advanced well beyond his years where his powers were concerned. All he needed now were some more unsuspecting targets but he hadn't yet picked his next victim. Everything he did had to be psychological or unexplainable nothing must come back as his doing. Emily and Ken had left him in the hall, just outside the door so they could hear of course and were just sitting down to a lovely cup of tea and some fresh cakes when he started whimpering.

Ken felt slightly embarrassed by his grandson's outburst but smiled awkwardly and went to fetch him into the room to be with him. He hoped it would sooth him in some way. Joining Emily back at the table he lifted his cup and sipped at his tea. She could see that poor Ken was a changed man since the death of his beloved wife. She gave him a sympathetic smile and gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

"It'll get easier" she offered kindly.

Ken smiled; she had no idea how helpful her kind words were. It went silent between them again and suddenly Jamie screamed to break it. He obviously wanted attention. Ken apologised as he went again to tend to the baby. Lifting Jamie out of the pram he carried him over and then held him in his arms at the table.

"He is so handsome" stated Emily admiring the infant. She was mesmerised by his bright blue eyes as he stared at her.

"More tea?" asked Emily and Ken nodded as he gently bounced Jamie in his arms.

Picking up the teapot Emily poured a fresh cup just as someone else came in the front door. Norris appeared seconds later and was almost shocked to see Ken there. He didn't hide his shock at all but washed it away and politely as he could greeted them.

"Oh Hello, thought you'd still be at the wake. Everything ok?" Asked Norris nosily.

"Oh Norris leave him" snapped Emily as she returned the teapot to the table after pouring Ken a fresh cup. They all sat around innocently chatting and reminiscing in the good old days. Ken laughing at a memory for the first time in what seemed like forever picked up his teacup and took a sip. The atmosphere was light and happy until his expression changed. He went stiff and little Jamie almost fell from his arms as he dropped the teacup upon the table.

Something strange was happening to him, he had a tight sensation in his chest and he quickly clutched at his chest as Emily grabbed Jamie before he rolled off of his grandfather's lap. Ken was having a heart attack and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Not able to breathe and struggling Ken stared at Norris and Emily. Norris was still wittering on and hadn't even noticed that something was going on and Emily couldn't think. Something was causing her to have a blank mind and Ken couldn't do much to advise her otherwise. His other hand clawed at the tablecloth and he dragged it and the tea set with him when he fell from his chair. He landed on the floor with a thump and everything clattered down on top of him that was it, all over.