As Georgie made her way back towards the bar, her mind wandered to where or rather who it always did when she did not keep it constantly occupied with work. In her mind she went to the first time she had seen him since that "day." He'd just plucked her from the compound and been winched up into the helio. She'd had no idea that it was him, covered up in his scarf, goggles and other protective gear.

Then he'd pulled it all aside and quoted those lines at her from her favourite movie, the one they'd watched together the first time he had actually told her he loved her. It had all been too much and all those feelings that Georgie had stamped down inside herself had come welling to the surface. She had laid a slap across his face which left her hand stinging. If she had thought more about it she would have punched him but she'd acted without a thought, except the one of how he had hurt her and she'd wanted him to share some of that pain. God how she regretted that moment.

Her mind flashed forward to see Elvis flying off the tower at the beach, having tackled the shooter who had them all pinned down on the sand. Her heart had leapt into her mouth as she ran to him as he lay unmoving on the sand. He was protecting her again.

The next memory being how that night she had gone to his room through the bloody window, after listening to his heartfelt apology on the balcony. She hadn't intended to go, had intended to sit on the bed but what could she do? She had been hiding behind her anger and hurt for so long and hearing his explanation as to what had happened had plucked at her heart.

Georgie wasn't ready to forgive him then, not completely but now she had more of an understanding, it made more sense. But when the tear had traced down her cheek and he'd wiped it away, when his finger tips brushed her skin, the walls she'd placed around herself to protect her heart had started to break down.

And when they had kissed, everything was forgotten, everything. Jamie, her family, the trauma of the days in captivity, the loss of Kiki had all faded away, all the feelings, the hurt, the pain, gone.

Georgie thought she had come to her senses the next morning as she had crept out of his room and back to her own. She had every intention of going back home, back to Jamie and moving on with her life. But Elvis had pulled her back into the vortex that was them on the day she was supposed to marry Jamie.

In those seconds after the first shot had rung out in the hall and Elvis had dropped to the floor, bleeding from the wound, until the second shot had taken out Abu, had felt like an eternity to Georgie.

It wasn't until they were in the ambulance on the way to the hospital when Elvis had regained consciousness that Georgie had felt like she could breathe again. It was all too obvious that she had needed to get away and clear her head. Her non wedding to Jamie had given her the perfect excuse to disappear from Elvis' bedside especially once she knew he'd be ok and his family arrived.

Georgie had known she would only have a small window of opportunity to escape and going back to the camp would give her the distance that she needed to sort herself out. She had quickly come to realise that it gave her a physical distance but not an emotional one. She carried them with her like her Bergen. It was just an extra piece of luggage.

But she knew now she was ready to leave it all behind, well maybe not all of it. There would always be some marks left on her soul about Kiki, her time as a captive and at the camp. Even Elvis had left a mark but it was more manageable now, a pencil case rather than a Bergen.

Georgie looked up to find herself standing in front of her room. Shit! She had spaced out; she'd gotten in the lift and made it here on auto pilot. She sighed as she opened the door. There was at least one phone call she needed to make tonight, maybe two. Georgie thought it would be best to start with the easier one. She grabbed her phone, scrolling through her contacts until she found it. She pressed the call button and hit the speaker button once it started ringing.

"Lane residence!" her Mum chirped through the line.

"Hey Mum!"

"Georgie love? Are you ok? Max its Georgie!"

Georgie smiled, her Mum hadn't even let her answer before she moved onto the next thing. "Yeah Mum, it's me. I'm fine. Hey Dad!"

"Good to hear your voice love." Max responded. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah...yeah actually it is. I was just ringing you to say I'm coming home."

"Oh love, that is good news! When? We've missed you." Grace responded.

Georgie chewed her lip a little "Soon, I promise."

"You sure Georgie?" Max asked. He knew how much the last few months had affected her. He'd also come to realise that his eldest daughter would do whatever she had to, to survive and if that meant returning to the camp where it had all gone to shit then so be it. He couldn't have been prouder of her either.

"Yes Dad, I'm sure. I just have to let Nafula know. Give her some notice, yeah? Then I'll be home. Ok?"

"Of course that's ok Georgie." her Mum interjected "I can't wait to see you. I'm worried about you being there without Charles and 2 Section."

Georgie laughed "Well, actually Mum, I'm spending the weekend with Charles...Spanner and Clare, Marie and Fingers and..."

"So that's where Marie and Fingers are? With you? Oh my God! They disappeared earlier today; I had no idea where they were!"

"Let the girl finish..." Max said.

Georgie swallowed "and Elvis. Now before you start, he organised all this for me. The weekend, them all coming here, the hotel, time off from the camp, clothes, everything. And I'm going to forgive him for what happened before. I have too; I can't keep carrying it around with me."

There was such a long silence at the other end of the phone Georgie thought they had lost the connection."Mum? Dad? You there?"

"I'm here love." Max's voice came in soft but clear. "Your Mum...well she's not..."

"Happy about that." Georgie sighed "What about you Dad?"

"Georgie, I'd be lying if I said anything other than I still want to punch him but...I know you need to do this. You still love him?"

"Fuck knows why but yeah I do. Sorry Dad." Georgie rolled her eyes realising what she'd said. "But it's not just that Dad. I've been holding onto this and other stuff for too long. It's doing my head in."

"Yeah love, I get it. So will your Mum. Just give her a bit of time. Are you going to talk to Jamie?"

"Yeah, next phone call actually. I wanted to talk to you and Mum first. Second, really I spoke to Molly just before."

"Elvis doesn't know?" Max sounded a little confused.

"No I haven't told that tosser yet. He can wait, there are others that I need to tell before him."

"Like me and you Mum? And Jamie?" quizzed Max, the tone of his voice clearly making the statement he was yet to speak.

Georgie thought for a moment and connected to what her father had not yet said. "You're right Dad, as usual. The only people this really concerns is me and Elvis. It's between us and no one else. Thanks Dad, I love you!"

"Love you too Georgie, here's your Mum!"

"Georgie love?"

"Yeah Mum?"

"I'm sorry it's not my..."

"It's ok Mum." Georgie interrupted "I get it, I understand but you need to..." There was a knock at the door "Mum, hang on someone's at the door. It might be Marie, you can say hello. Wait." She went to the door and her hand grasped the handle. She pulled the door open, a look of surprise on her face "Mum it's not Marie. I'll call you back.