Harry in the meantime searched in the kitchen for a bottle of wine and two glasses. She put them on the table, together with two plates. Then she walked over to the sofa and switched the TV on. At first she couldn't find the control and she crawled under the sofa to pick it up.

Because of that, she missed the start of the program which they were broadcasting, but when she sat down in front of the TV, she saw that there was some breaking news. There has been a plane crash and they expected no survivors. Oh boy, she thought first, but when the news started to sink in, she couldn't believe her ears. The flight that had crashed had been on his way to New York. Schedule time; half past 6 this evening! Oh no, she thought. That couldn't be true. If the information was right: it must have been the flight Dempsey would have taken! If he had indeed took that plane, if she didn't fixed her report on time and when they didn't picked him up...he must have been dead by now! It crashed shortly after taking off. Probably because of some engine problems. It brought back memories from a long time ago. Memories she thought she had dell with. When she realised what could have happened, she started to shiver. Her hands were trembling and she hardly couldn't breath properly anymore. And in that state Dempsey found her when he came back.

"Hi Princess. Look what I have brought... Harry?"

She just sat there or she had just seen a ghost. With a face white as a sheet.

"Harry? What's wrong? What happened?"

But it seems that she didn't hear him. Was this a short of after shock? He couldn't imagine it, but it had happened before he remembered. Just once, but it had happened.

"Harry" he started to shake her but even that had no effect.

Without watching or listening he switched the TV off and tried to bring her upstairs. He put her in bed, but the trembling and shaking didn't disappear.

"Harry? Talk to me. I'm here Princess. I'm not leaving you. I'm staying".

No effect. He really had no idea what to do or to say to her. And when he tried to leave the room she panicked even more. What the hell had happened in the time he went out to buy some food? Did she realise in the meantime that he almost left her behind here in London? This time probably for good? Before they had been able to solve their problems? Why was she acting like this? Why?

But he couldn't find an answer. The only thing he could come up with, was to hold her so he climbed into her bed as well. She cuddled up to him and he put his arms around her.

"Everything is gonna be alright Princess, I promise you that". Still no answer. He felt her body and it seems like frozen. After a long time, he even didn't feel his own arms anymore, it seemed they were sleeping and he realised that she felt asleep. Carefully he put her in another position so that he could free his arms and he climbed out off the bed.

When he came downstairs, he throw the brown bag with the food away, cleaned up the table, took a cracker and a glass of milk, made a glass for Harry as well, closed the door and went up stairs again. Harry was still lying in the same position as he left her. She was fast asleep, but he could see that her body was still in shock.

After using the bathroom he hang his shirt over the chair and tried to get Harry in her pyjamas, but without any luck so he only pushed her under the duvet and climbed again next to her. She immediately crawled back to him and he held her again. After a short period of time he felt asleep as well, exhausted from the last couple of days and this evening.

It looked like it was still in the middle of the night when Dempsey heard a sound. He opened his eyes and he found Makepeace standing in the door of the bathroom.

"What are you doing here?" she asked him.

On her reactions he could see that she was still in shock.

"You don't remember?"

"Not really"

"Come back in bed. It's too early for this".

"No way!" she responded. "Did I invite you in here or what?"

"Harry, don't do this" but she didn't react.

Dempsey sat up in bed and tried to be patient.

"I have no intention to have an argument with you about this".

"So it's true. Why I don't remember anything about it?"

"About what"

"You know what"

"I'm sorry, I have no idea where you are talking about"

"Did we or didn't we?"

Oh boy, there was something really wrong with her. Did she just blocked everything out or what? When he tried to fill her in and talked about New York, she started to shiver again.

She punched a finger on him and whispered with a voice he didn't recognise as hers: "Don't you never, ever mention New York to me again". Then she turned around and slammed the door of the bathroom behind her.