Did I just give Carly Kirk a back story? Yes, I did. Also, Carly is now older due to the 2 years that have passed with Lindsay being in prison.

Carly had been walking for hours. She had arrived in Aberystwyth earlier yesterday and without a place to sleep. She had tried to get a hotel for that night but with money running low she advised herself against it. Deciding to keep the money for food instead but here she was with no bed to sleep in far away from the centre of town with the only belongings she had she was carrying on her back. Then the heavy rain started, she tried to get shelter under a tree but the grass beneath her feet was muddy and slippery every time she moved to take a step. She spotted a dark house up a head and ran for it the best she could wondering if she made one wrong move that the ground would swallow her up. Upon entering the driveway, she saw the farmhouse in darkness and no cars on the drive. She didn't want to break in but if she had too, she would. She walked up the driveway when she spotted a barn at the back of the house. The chain that was locking it was loose and she believed that she may be able to slip under it if she really tried. It was better than breaking into someone's house. She didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble for herself. For her name to be said at the station and for it to be passed onto the wrong people that she was in town. She pulled the barn door back as far as she could and jimmied herself under it. Glad that she was now in safety and warmth. She pulled the clothes she had out of her backpack and hung them up around the barn hoping that they would be dry by the morning and curled up in a bundle of hay near the back of the barn. Closing her eyes, hoping to get enough rest and that she wouldn't be disturbed in the middle of the night. Her stomach rumbled and she hoped that she would be able to find some food for tomorrow. Not wanting to think about the struggles she might have to go through to get herself some money if she couldn't find it legally.

The loud sound of cows mooing in a field nearby awoke Carly from her sleep. She pulled her head up from the hay she was laying on, opened her eyes and shook the hay from her hair. She sat up trying to shake the pain from her body. It wasn't the most comfortable sleep she's had in her life but not the worst either and much better than being stuck in the rain and the cold outside. She got up from her place on the floor and collected her backpack from nearby and started to place her now dry folded clothes into the bag. She finished zipping up the bag and was about to place it on her back when a noise came from outside the barn doors. She didn't know what to do. Should she hide? Should she confront whoever it was head on? The door opened wider. She tried to move her legs but she couldn't. She stood on the spot like a deer in headlights, frozen waiting for danger to hit.

The red barn door opened to reveal a woman in her late 40s with blonde hair. They both stood there for a few seconds, not knowing what to make of each other. Carly wondered where this woman had come from, the farm was empty and dark the last time she looked.

"Are you ok? Were you locked in? Sorry, my son's an idiot. He must have not have looked when he locked up last night."

"It's your farm?"

"No, we're just looking after it for our neighbours. The people who live here are away on holiday. We're just looking after the animals."

"Oh ok."

"You're accent." The woman remarked. "You're not from around here."

"No, I'm not. I did live around here. Many years ago. I'm looking for this address."

Carly pulled out a piece of paper from her jean pocket and handed it to the woman. The woman took a look and handed it back to Carly. The woman lifted a bale of hay from nearby Carly and walked over to the door.

"That place that you're looking for."

Carly picked up her backpack and followed the woman outside onto the farm. The woman put the hay bale down on the ground and pointed up the hill in the near distance.

"See that house up there."

The house was a burnt-out shell of what it used to be and Carly could just about make it out.

"That's the address that you're looking for. A fire happened about 12 years ago now and it's been like that ever since."

"What happened to the people who lived there?"

"They didn't survive. It was arson. Apparently, the husband set fire to the house with him and his wife in it. It was due to domestic violence the police said. The kid got taken away by social services and was never seen again. The husband blamed the wife and said if he wasn't able to get her back then he would take the wife with him, and he did. Who are they to you?"

Carly tried to hide the effect that the truth of her family's life had on her but it was hard.

"My mum and dad."

A tear rolled down her cheek and Carly started to sob. The woman noticed the affect her actions had on the young girl.

"Oh, god. I'm so sorry. You must have not known."

She pulled Carly in for a hug and then pulled away. Carly wiped the tears from her cheeks.

"I'm glad. No one has actually told me the story of what happened to them."

"I'm sorry you had to hear it like that. You must be hungry; you've slept in that barn all night. I should make you something to eat to apologise."

"No, it's ok. I'm just going to go."

"Well can I drop you off somewhere, I can drive you into town if you need it."

"No, it's ok. I'd rather be alone right now."

The woman reached into her back pocket and placed a note into Carly's hand.

"Ok. Well, here's £20. I know it's not much but buy yourself something nice to cheer yourself up and make sure to get something to eat. Promise me, ok."

"I promise. Thank you."

Carly slid the money into her pocket beside the note and set off on her travels leaving the memory of the woman and her parents far behind her.

Kate and Lindsay had arrived at the police station after walking on foot and just stepped into the investigation room when Kate's phone rang. She took it out of her pocket and looked at the screen.
HASTINGS

"It's Hastings. I'm going to need to take this. You go ahead." Kate said to Lindsay.

Lindsay nodded in reply and walked into the investigation room to meet with the team and see if they could get anywhere closer to finding Carly.

"Sir, what can I help you with?"

"Kate, are you sitting down?" Hastings asked.

"No. Why? Should I be?" Kate asked Hastings confused.

"Yes, Kate. Please do."

Kate looked around and the first seat she saw was Tom's desk behind his table. She took a seat. Tom wouldn't mind her using it for a couple of minutes.

"Kate. I've got some news and I'm sorry that I have to tell you it this way but Mark and Josh have been in a car accident. They've both survived. Mark has gotten away with scrapes and bruises but Josh is in ITU."

Kate went white. She nearly dropped the phone on the desk. She's glad she sat down because if she hadn't before now, she would have definitely fallen down. She wanted to hide her tears from her superior but it felt like her life was falling apart in front of her and she wasn't even in the same country of her husband and child.

"I understand that you want to be here and I suggest you do. Leave the case with Lindsay. She can handle it. Come home Kate. Be with your child."

Ted understood that Kate was probably thinking he was soft about now. He didn't have any kids of his own but as much as he liked to stay out of his officer's private lives, he knew that Kate would give it all to be with her child.

"Before you go, the results came back on the body. I need you to tell Lindsay that the body isn't Dot. Tell her to watch out. He could still be around."

"I'll tell her, sir. I'm on my way."

"Good, thanks Kate. Drive safe."

Lindsay popped her head around the office door and saw Kate coming off the phone call.

"What did Hastings want? You're crying. What's happened?" Lindsay said kneeling in front of Kate. Her hands resting on Kate's knees, in a comforting notion.

Kate wiped her tears away with her hand.

"Josh and Mark have been in a car accident. I need to go back to Birmingham. Now!"

Lindsay nodded. "Yes, of course. I understand."

"Hastings also said that the autopsy result came back. The body in the car isn't Dot."

"Wow, that means that he could still be out there."

"He could Lindsay, be careful." Kate said.

"Of course." Lindsay got up from where she was in front of Kate and moved out the way.
"I'll walk you to your car."

The two-woman walked through the police station to Kate's car which was sitting out front from where it hadn't moved from yesterday and Kate got into the driver's side.

"Drive safe, ok and phone me when you arrive. I want to know you're safe and that Josh is ok."

"Thanks Lindsay." Kate said before speeding off in her car, desperate to be home.

Carly had been walking for a while, through small villages where no one knew her face. The strange looks she would get as she walked past shops and houses made her feel like she was intruding on people's lives. She kept walking though, with no direction, walking through the valleys with no idea where to go. She thought about going back to Aberystwyth but by this point she had no idea which way that was. She was lost, well and truly with no way to go. She walked over the brow of a hill to see an endless road far off into the distance. She thought about stopping. The blisters on her feet made her sore, the trainers on her feet were the only shoes she had. She looked down at her feet. The trainers she was wearing were getting worn down with all the walking she was doing. She hoped they would hold; she didn't have any money to buy sturdy ones. She carried on, walking on the road since there was no traffic and the only way since the roads didn't have any pavements. She heard a car horn beep from behind her and stepped to the side into the grass and dirt to let the car by. It stopped beside her and she was a little apprehensive. The passenger side window went down. She looked in, there were 3 passengers in the car all around her age or a little older. A tad scruffy looking, most of them in tracksuits or clothes of a varying nature even though the car they were driving was a top range Land Rover. It set her alarm bells off.

"You look lost, can we help you out?"

"I'm trying to get to Aberystwyth. Am I going in the right direction?"

"You are, but if you keep walking it will take you a couple of hours. We're heading there just now; we can take you if you want."

Carly wanted to say no. For some piece of divine intervention to happen but there wasn't. The gap of silence suggested what she meant.

"Don't worry, we won't ask for anything in return. Just anything to help a stranded traveller out."

Carly's walls went down. "Ok."

"Cool. Hop in."

The driver slapped his friend on the shoulder. "Get in the back. Let the lady in."

With a sigh, the front passenger opened the door and quickly hopped in the back leaving the door open for Carly for her to get in. She closed it behind her and the driver started the car and headed off speeding to Aberystwyth.

"I forgot to ask you your name. We might as well get to know each other on the journey. I'm Deano, that's Wilty and Pudge." He said, throwing his hand back to the men in the back. "What's yours?"

"I'm Carly."

"So, Carly, what are you doing in the middle of farm country with an accent that doesn't match. Family holiday or solo travelling?"

"A bit of both. I left to try and find my family but now I guess you could just say that I'm travelling the world, trying to find myself."

"I guess the family thing didn't work out."

"Well I found them. It just so happens that they're already dead."

"Harsh, sorry that happened to you."

"Yeah and now I have nowhere to go. No place to stay. I'm not going back to my foster parents and I only have £20 to my name. So, life is going well at the moment. I guess I should really give that money to you for driving me down here." Carly said, taking the money out of her pocket.

"There's no need but you're in luck we're going to a place in town. Everyone's welcome there. You can rest up before you find out what your next step is."

"Really! That's great. I'm truly thankful." Carly picked up his wallet from the front dash and put the £20 pounds in. "As a way of thanks."

Deano smiled at her and Carly smiled back. Not knowing what cruel twist of fate awaited her when she got back into town.

The farmer closed the gate of her neighbours' field behind herself and walked back to her pickup truck. She placed the buckets that she used to feed the animals into the back of the truck and pulled herself into the driver's side and turned on the ignition. The radio started. She was just about to pull away when a message on the radio caught her attention

"Officers are asking that the public keep an eye out for Carly Kirk in the Ceredigion area of Wales. Carly Kirk is a missing 17-year-old girl from the Birmingham area. She stands at 5 foot 4 inches and has auburn shoulder length hair. Any member of the public who has sighted her is asked to call Aberystwyth police station and quote reference number CK-260991/19715. The police are very worried about her whereabouts and ask the public to be on high alert."

"Was this the girl I ran into earlier?" The woman thought. "No harm in letting the police know." She pulled out her phone and dialled the number hoping that the girl would be found soon.

After waving Kate off at the kerbside Lindsay walked back into the police station and went to the investigation room where Sian, Lloyd, Mared and Tom were already in the room waiting to start the meeting.

"DC Fleming has had to return to Birmingham. She's had a family emergency. She sends her regards. Any new leads?" Lindsay said, taking a seat on the desk in the middle of the room.

Sian stood up. "We had a phone call from a farmer. She said that she found Carly sleeping in her neighbours barn this morning. Carly asked her about the history of a neighbouring burnt out and abandoned farm. The woman told Carly about the history of the farm and in the discussion the woman and Carly found out that her biological parents used to own it and died in a fire on that farm. The fire was due to domestic violence and arson by the father. The women said that Carly was sad and wanted to be left alone. The woman gave Carly £20 for something to eat and Carly wandered off out of the farm, she didn't know what way she went after that."

"Where is the farm?" Lindsay started to reply but was cut off by the sound of her phone ringing. She looked down at her phone to the caller ID.

"Sorry, I'm going to need to answer this." Lindsay clicked the answer button

"Hello."

"Lindsay, it's Manon from the hotel. I'm sorry to have to tell you this but I had the builders in and there's been an accident. Due to the rain last night, the roof has caved in and your bedroom is a mess. The fire brigade is here trying to get it fixed but they want to get all the stuff out of your room before they can. They need you to come and collect your things from the room. Are you able to do that just now? I understand that you're probably busy but it's a mess here and it would be a big help."

"No, I understand. I'll be round soon. Thanks Manon." Lindsay hung up the phone.

"Sian, Mared. Could you ask those questions please? I need to get my belongings from my hotel. It seems that the roof has caved in."

Everyone in the room stood in shock at the news.

"Don't worry about it. This is not the worst thing to happen to me. I've had worse."

"We'll go and interview the farmer ma'am. I hope it goes well for you."

Sian said as her and Mared grabbed their coats and exited the room.

"You too."

"I'll drive you there Lindsay."

"Thanks Tom."

The car pulled into a cul-de-sac and slowed to a stop in front of a house. Carly noticed that the street itself looked run down but the house the car pulled into was the worst. Rubbish was strewn about the front garden. A broken sofa, a dirty mattress and a number of black bin bags were just some of the items that she could make out. The semi-detached house itself was dirty and totally contrasted to the new top of the range Land Rover which she found herself in. Something was off, she felt like she was in trouble but couldn't get herself out. She would go along with it until she could find a way of getting out. She stepped out of the car and followed Deano up the path and into the house with the other guys following closely behind her.

She stepped into the hallway and looked around. The place was bare. Wallpaper was ripped off the walls, the place smelled of damp. There were no carpets on the floor, just bare floorboards and she was pretty sure she just stepped past a used needle on the floor. She held her bag close to herself and stepped into the living room. Deano sat down on one of the couches and she sat beside him. The tv was on in the background, with the sound down low but nobody was really watching. A tall slender guy walked in from the dining room and Deano looked up at him.

"Did you get my drug money?"

"No Jack. He didn't have enough so I took his Land Rover instead, it's sitting outside."

Carly looked at the guy and tried to hide the fear on her face. This guy was about to go off on one.

"DEANO! I GAVE YOU ONE SIMPLE TASK AND YOU FUCKING BLEW IT. YOU STOLE THAT GUY'S MOTOR AND NOW IT'S SITTING IN FRONT OF THE HOUSE LIKE A BIG FUCK OFF BEACON SAYING COME AND FIND ME. I WOULD ASK YOU TO GET RID OF THAT BUT I CAN'T EVEN TRUST YOU WITH THAT AND WHO THE FUCK IS SHE?"

"That's Carly. We met her on the way back. You don't need to worry about her."

The guy looked at Carly and then back to Deano.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE SO FUCKING STUPID. I'M GONNA GO TAKE SOMETHING TO CALM DOWN BEFORE I FIGURE OUT WHAT TO DO WITH THAT CAR. I WOULD ASK YOU IF YOU WANTED SOME BUT YOU CAN'T EVEN DO A SIMPLE TASK RIGHT WITHOUT FUCKING UP."

"Does this help?" Deano took out his wallet and the £20 that Carly put in their early and held it towards Jack and he took it.

Carly's stomach rumbled. "If I knew the money was going to be spent on drugs, I wouldn't have given him it." Carly thought to herself.

Jack left the room and returned quickly, passing a bag of white powder to Deano. Carly looked at the exchange between the two men and looked down quickly.

"Forgot to ask you Carly, do you want some?" Jack asked.

"No, I'm ok just now. Thank you though."

Jack took a bag from his pocket and held it in front of her. "You sure?"

"She said she didn't want any. Don't force her." Deano said.

"Fine but she's under my roof and if she stays around then I'm going to have to put her to use."

Jack walked away from her and sat on the couch at the other end of the living room. Carly gulped at the thought. They would probably want her to sell drugs and if it came to it maybe her body. She had to think of an escape and quickly. She ran away from Manish and the others because of that and came here for a new start but that didn't seem to be working out as she would have liked it.

"Carly." Someone called from the kitchen and she raced out of the living room hoping for respite from the shouting that just went down. She walked in to find Pudgy standing in the middle of a dingy, tiny, dirty kitchen. Rubbish and laundry strewn about the place.

"Do you want a sandwich?" Pudgy opened the fridge and it was bare apart from a couple of items on the shelf. "We don't have a lot but I can make you a cheese sandwich if you want."
"Yes please. That would be nice."

Carly poured herself a glass of milk and took the sandwich off Pudgy when he had finished making it. She took it back through to the living room, where she took her seat back on the sofa. Everyone around her were off their faces now and just staring at an antique show on tv. Carly felt uncomfortable. She quickly started and finished the sandwich and milk that she had been given. Glad to have anything to quell the hunger that she had been having for days. She sat there and started to watch the tv with them. It was all quiet until the local news started to play. Footage of a police appeal started to play and her face popped up on the screen.

"Is that you Carly?" Deano asked.

It was her on the screen. Details about her played on the screen asking the general public to look out for her. The cash reward being offered was the last thing on the screen. Carly didn't know what to say. What was there to say?

Jack quickly got to his feet and turned to where Deano and her sat on the couch.

"FIRST YOU BRING AROUND A STOLEN CAR AND SECOND OF ALL YOU BRING AROUND A MISSING PERSON. THE COPS ARE GOING TO BE ALL OVER OUR ARSES. MIGHT AS WELL JUST PHONE THEM AND TELL THEM THAT SHE'S HERE AND ASK FOR THE REWARD MONEY BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT I REALLY NEED AT THE MOMENT."

Jack quickly crossed the living room floor and lunged at Deano, grabbing him by the collar of his hoodie. Carly stepped to the side to get out the man's way.

"I CAN'T TELL YOU HOW DUMB YOU'VE BEEN."

Jack was up in Deano's face screaming insult after insult at the boy and Carly felt sad over it. This was her fault but this was also her chance to get away and she had to take it. She quickly bent down and grabbed her backpack from where she had left it sitting beside the sofa. Picking up the bag from the ground she could feel it knocking over the glass that she had left beside. The men quickly turned to see what she was doing and she was spotted like a deer in headlights. Deano tried to grab her but she picked up pace, leaving the living room and into the hallway. Hearing the words of Jack behind her saying "F*CKING LEAVE HER. SHE'S TOO MUCH TROUBLE." She didn't care what they thought of her, she had to get away. She ran to the front door, opened it and threw herself out of it and ran and ran down the street not caring to look backwards over her shoulder at the people she left behind but also not wanting to look behind her just in case they were following her. She ran until she was physically forced to stop a few streets away due to the energy it took out of her. She turned around, they hadn't followed her out and she was alone again. It was not the first time and Carly felt like it certainly wouldn't be the last time. She caught her breath back and started to walk again, towards the town centre, not sure where to go and what to do.

Pulling up to the front of the hotel Lindsay looked out at the street. The street was busy with builders, firemen and the police who were coming and going from the property. Lindsay and Tom stepped out onto the street and after showing their ID's to the cop in charge they were allowed to go inside the building. On their climb up to the top Lindsay spotted workmen in the room directly below hers who were putting up scaffolding to hold up the ceiling of that room and the floor of her own. It looked bad. They both climbed up the next set of stairs and were greeted by the sight of Manon and more firemen.

"Oh, Lindsay you're here. They're just about to go into your room. "

"That's good. Are you ok?" Lindsay asked Manon.

"Yeah, it's going to be expensive but that's to be expected when the roof caves in. I'm sorry about your things though. I don't know what condition they're in, they've been focusing on making the floor stable enough to walk on."

"Are you the occupant?" A fireman asked, rudely interrupting their conversation.

"Yes, I am." Lindsay replied and followed the fireman to the door of her room.

"You won't be able to come in for safety reasons but we needed you here so we could collect your belongings. Are you to point us in the right direction?"

"Yes. There's a small suitcase in the bottom of the wardrobe. Most of my clothes are in the wardrobe too along with some in the top drawer of the chest of drawers and some toiletries on top of the dresser."

The fireman went in and a few minutes later came out with her suitcase and placed it down in front of her. She checked through it and then zipped it up.

"Thank you." She said to the fireman as she walked back towards where Manon and Tom were standing.

"I'll bank transfer you my bill instead of you having to wait for the police to clear it, just to help you out quicker."

"Thank you, Lindsay. That will help out a lot."

"I hope it goes well for you Manon."

"You too, I hope you find the girl."

Lindsay and Tom quickly descended the stairs and were out in the car, with Lindsay's suitcase in the boot within a matter of minutes. They were both sat in the front seats of Tom's car with Lindsay having a mini break down in her head about how the case and her life was going. Tom noticed the frown on her face.

"You need cheering up. I know a good restaurant nearby and Sian and Mared are still out questioning the farmer. If they come up with anything they'll phone and let us know. After that we're going to back my caravan where you can stay. I have a spare room that you can use."

Hearing that felt like a weight had been lifted off Lindsay's shoulders.

"Thank you, Tom. That's a big help."

Tom smiled at her. "No problem but now we should go get some food."

They pulled up to the restaurant a couple of minutes later and went inside to grab a table. Sitting inside they ordered their food to their table and the waiter soon brought it over. Tom's phone buzzed on the table and he picked it up.

"What did they say?" Lindsay asked.

"They interviewed the farmer. She said that she found Carly in her shed this morning, nothing was taken. Carly asked her about the history of a house nearby and said that her biological parents used to stay there and she went back to find them. The farmer had to tell Carly that her parents died in an arson attack by her father. Carly seemed sad and wanted to be left alone. She gave Carly £20 to get food and Carly left. That area is mostly farmland so unfortunately there's no CCTV."

"So, we still don't know where she is and we're back to square one."

Tom sighed. "It looks like it."

Lindsay shook her head. "I just want her found. She has no idea of the trouble she's in if the OCG finds her."

Tom looked at her with a quizzical look on his face and Lindsay tried to gain some composure before telling her story.

"I was nearly shot and killed by a corrupt cop who has since went missing, I was put in prison because of things he did and I just want to find Carly and keep her safe even if it's the last thing I do."

"God Lindsay, that's terrible."

Lindsay nodded. "Yeah, it is. I've not had the best few years but being a cop is what I'm good at and what I enjoy. It's my first case back and I hope that for Carly's sake we find her because I have first-hand experience with what he is like and I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy."

Carly walked into the car park of the restaurant; she had walked here from the beach. There was no need for her to be here apart from the fact that she was hungry. She was hoping that she could find some food for her near the bins or to maybe even go in and ask. She had seen the sign on a flyer near the beach and knew that this was her next destination. The door to the restaurant opened and she stepped back into the shadows hoping that the couple would not spot her. Better to go undetected by not being spotted, she thought. She caught the couples faces in the light of the restaurant and recognised him. It was the police officer from the police appeal from this morning and the woman beside him, she recognised her too. She tried to recall where from and it she realised too that it was the police convention that she had worked at. She had met the woman in the toilets during the event and commented on her necklace. Carly wondered if the woman still wore it. She would maybe ask in the future but she would give herself another day to find a job and make herself a life and if she didn't then she would make herself known. To be honest she was getting fed up of just wandering around, she felt like she wanted some normality and if it took her going back to her foster parents to get that then she would do so.

Later that night Lindsay stared at the ceiling of the caravan and rolled over in bed. She grabbed the covers of her bed and pulled them closer to her, tighter to her body. She shivered and berated herself in her mind. Telling herself off for not bringing warmer clothes due to the harsh wind and rain battering outside. She sat up and pulled herself out of bed, her bare feet hitting the carpet and making herself feel colder. She pulled the duvet over her shoulders and went into the kitchen on the way to Tom's bedroom. The floor creaked underneath her feet.

"Lindsay, is that you?" Tom asked.

"Yes, it's me." She replied.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm cold. Is there anything you can do about it?"

Tom leaned over to his bedside table and turned the light on. He could make out Lindsay in the darkness of the hallway. Unclad feet and a sleeveless t-shirt under the duvet.

"Come sit down and I'll fix that."

Lindsay walked into Tom's bedroom and replaced the place that he was just in and Tom walked past her to go to his wardrobe. He pulled out a woollen jumper and a pair of fluffy socks and passed them to Lindsay. She happily put them on.

"I'll make a cup of tea for you to heat you up. How does that sound?"

"That sounds great. Thank you, Tom. "

On his way to the kitchen he stopped at the hallway cupboard and pulled out an old heater and brought it through to his room, plugging it in the socket. He pointed it towards her.

"This should help."

He went back through to the kitchen to make himself and Lindsay a cup of tea, not bothering to turn on any of the lights and returned a few minutes later, passing it over to her as he entered the room. They sat in silence, enjoying each other's company and the warmth the tea brought. When finished it was quickly taken out of her hands by Tom to the kitchen when he returned a few seconds later. He quickly turned off the heater, the temperature of the room had gone up.

"You're welcome to stay in here. It's still warmer in her than the rest of the caravan."

Lindsay nodded her head. "I will. Thank you, Tom."

"I'll..."

Tom pointed to the inside of the bed to where it connected to the wall and pulled himself into the bed, leaving the rest of the cover open so Lindsay could slip in beside him. Still wrapped in her duvet from next door, Lindsay slipped in beside Tom and he pulled his duvet cover over her. She was a lot warmer than she was next door. They lay together in bed, not touching but facing the same way. Tom looked at the back of Lindsay's head and Lindsay looked out to the rest of the room.

"Night Lindsay." Tom said.

"Night Tom."

They both closed their eyes and fell into a restful sleep. This is what Lindsay was expecting to have until morning but when she opened her eyes again it was still dark out. There was some shuffling in the bed beside her and Lindsay woke up in a fright afraid that something happened to Tom while she was asleep. Lindsay had rolled over in her sleep and when she opened her eyes the only thing, she saw was Tom's back. He was sat upright staring at the wall. She sat up too.

"Tom, are you OK?"

Lindsay twisted her body in bed and sat facing towards him. She could make out tears in his eyes from the moonlight which was peering under the blinds. He was scaring her now. She placed a comforting hand on his arm.

"What's wrong?"

Tom turned to face her. She recognised the hurt in his eyes. The same pain that she used to get in prison when everything got too much for her at night.

"Are you taking anything for it?"

Tom nodded.

"Where?" Lindsay asked.

"In the kitchen. The bottle behind the sink." Tom's voice crackled and Lindsay gave a small smile, she knew exactly what he was going through. She raced through to the kitchen, grabbed a tablet from the bottle of pills and a glass of water and came back through. She passed it to him and watched as he took the pill and finished off the water. She leaned over, placed the glass on the bedside table and sat back up. Seeing the pain still on his face she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in close. She started to rub his back and Tom's arms went around her body. They sat like that for a while until Lindsay felt his body relax.

"I'm going to stay up with you until you fall asleep. Ok?"

Tom nodded and Lindsay pulled him down so they were both lying back in bed. Tom wrapped his arms around her and placed his head into the crook of her shoulder, she pulled him closer and gently ran a hand through his hand trying to comfort him. They soon fell off to a restful sleep until the morning wrapped in each other's arms, glad of the company they were keeping.