Rob feels worse than ever after returning Cassie's spare keys. He can't even retrieve the message he left on Cassie's phone now.
When he lets himself into Heather's flat, his landlady is sprawled on the sofa, waiting for her toenails to dry.
"Back, are you?" she comments pointlessly. She sits up, seeing the mud on his suit from where he was holding onto the tree. "What have you been doing?"
"Nothing. Work stuff."
She shrugs and lays back down. He approaches her and bends down, putting a hand on her knee.
"What do you think you're doing?" she asks, moving away.
"I've had a really bad day," he says, by way of an explanation.
She stares at him. "You can't just pick me up and drop me whenever you feel like it, you know."
"Come on." He takes her hand and pulls her to her feet. "Bed."
She lets him lead her into the bedroom. He wants to forget all about Cassie, Sandra and what he witnessed in the woods. He closes his eyes but can still hear Peter and Jamie calling him.