The next morning, a Saturday, Thomas was unusually silent, thinking about what he'd seen the night before. He looked up at his Uncle and studied his profile, then his concern grew when Jenny entered and Dennis smiled at her. Maybe he didn't know what was going on, but Thomas was worried about being the one to tell him, because he knew Dennis had a temper.

"Is everything alright, Thomas?" Alison finally asked, having watched him play with his breakfast for half an hour.

Thomas just gave a shrug as he watched Jenny give Dennis a kiss on the cheek. The same sort of kiss she'd given Mike the night before.

…

Dennis was relieved when division agreed to send up more officers. If it wasn't Jack doing all this, they'd be able to find who was, and if it was him with any hope they'd find some evidence. If they didn't find anything, Dennis knew he was going to confront Jack about it when he showed up for work. Jack never missed work, Dennis knew that about him if nothing else.

"Uncle Dennis?"

The sergeant looked up as Thomas entered the police room with a frown.

"Are you alright?"

"…I'm not sure. There's something I think I should tell you, but…it might change everything, and I like how it is now."

Dennis' frown now matched his nephews, wondering if it was something to do with Jack, and half hoped, half feared that it was.

"Well, sometimes it's the right thing to tell people things, even if it changes something else."

Thomas looked down at his shoes and scuffed one against the floor. "I saw…you promise you won't get cross with me?"

"I promise."

"I saw Aunty Jenny doing something bad."

Dennis was silent for a moment before he asked, "What did-"

Mike rushing into the room interrupted him. "Sorry, Sarge, but Phil says he's just seen Jack a few streets away."

Dennis grabbed his coat. "We'll talk about it later, Thomas."

Thomas stared after his Uncle helplessly as he rushed from the house.

….

Next, Thomas tried his mother, who was currently darning some of Mike's socks. "Mum?"

"Mmm?" Alison glanced up at him, and then back down.

"Does Uncle Dennis love Aunty Jenny?"

"Of course he does." She answered; distracted by the thought of the kiss she'd almost shared with Mike that morning.

"And does Aunty Jenny love him?"

Alison glanced up again. "Why all the questions suddenly? Thomas, if you're worried that we're going to move again, you don't need to be. I know you like it here, so we will stay here for as long as both of us want to, no matter what happens."

Thomas sighed and nodded.

…

Finally, Thomas decided to look for Jenny and ask her. He found her sitting by a window reading.

"Aunty Jenny?"

She looked up from her book with a distracted smile. She'd just seen Dennis and Mike rush off together.

"Do you love Uncle Dennis?"

She frowned, noticing the concern on his face. "Yes. Why?"

"A lot?"

"Why is it suddenly so important? If you're worried that-"

"I saw you and Mike."

Jenny studied his face for a moment before asking "…And?"

"I saw you kiss him, and I don't want you to leave Uncle Dennis for Mike because I like how things are right now. And I know my mum likes Mike and I think he would make her happy and she needs to be happy." All his worries came flooding out all at once and tears threatening to spill.

Jenny suppressed a smile and pulled Thomas close to hug him tightly as his tears fell. "Mike and I are just friends. Someone we both loved very much died, and sometimes we like to talk about her and remember. As for your Uncle Dennis… I love him more than anything, even with his temper and even when he steals my cups of coffee."

This made Thomas smile, for he'd witnessed their arguments over coffee many times before.

Jenny tilted his head back and wiped away his tears. "So you don't need to worry about anything changing. Even if it did, everyone would still love you just as much, I promise."

As Thomas nodded, the doorway darkened. "I hope that's no son of mine crying over something silly."

Jenny looked up and her face paled. Jack. Holding Sarah.