Ireland was something new, something more or less weird especially with the way she felt which was an immense amount of weakness. She was weak, she loved Peter still, she loved him to the moon and back but she was weak, that is what she was and that was what she will forever be, one, for not fighting hard enough to save their relationship, two, for running which she had the chance, leaving him to deal with the demon drink and three, for hating herself for sleeping with his nephew; it all added up. Michelle was helpful, in more ways than one of course. She was great, she really was great and finding a distraction for Carla and that was something she would ever be grateful for. Waking up she tied her robe around her and walked into the kitchen in a bundle of nerves which would likely end with her crying about how much of a bitch and homewrecker she was but Michelle was used to it now so she dramatically shoved a bowl of muesli in front of her causing Carla to pull a face.

"It's healthy"

"Rabbit food" Carla retorts causing a smirk from Michelle who then places the carton of orange juice on the table as well "Surprised you dont have those glass bottles"

"Ha, very funny, I know its county Kildare but you have standards too high for this place" Michelle retorts, Carla smirks "Look if you dont mind me saying you look very tired?"

"Yeah I'm not really sleeping, to be honest with you" Carla smiles slightly glancing down to her bowl and shovelling a spoonful of muesli onto it "I guess its what I get isn't it for sleeping with the dreaded ex-nephew"

"I still can't believe it" Michelle tuts before laughing "You and Adam? You're such a cougar"

"Michelle!" Carla scolds as the doorbell goes off, Michelle goes to answer it seeing a police officer, she lets them in "Oh"

"Carla Connor, we'd like to ask you some questions if that's ok, it's all informal"

"Ok" Carla frowns turning around in her chair and sitting cross-legged on it "What's the problem?"

"I understand you used to live on Coronation Street, Weatherfield?"

"That's correct, my father owns the pub, Rover's Return...why, has something happened to them?"

"No, no, we just need to ask you some questions about your whereabouts last night-"

"I was here all night? I've been here since mid-day yesterday"

"Is this true?" the office glances to Michelle who nods grabbing Carla's copy of her plane tickets and passing it to the detectives "So it is"

"Whats happened, it's not Peter is it?" Carla gasps, Michelle places a hand on her shoulder, the officer shakes his head "So what?"

"Adam Barlow was attacked last night, one of the people who we questioned about their whereabouts said that you did a runner here at the time of the attack, we would have to check with the airline to make sure you were on the plane but from this boarding pass it would suggest you were nowhere near the scene of the crime"

"Oh right" Carla mumbles slightly as the office smiles "Thank you for letting me know"

"No problem, enjoy your day" the officer smiles as Michelle sees them out before sitting down at the table again noticing Carla wasn't saying a word

"Are you ok?"

"What if it was Peter?"

"Well it's obvious he dobbed you in" Michelle responds as Carla just rolls her eyes at her comment "It could be a number of people"

"Yeah" she nods slowly "Look I'm just going to go for a walk if that's ok?"

"Yeah, that's fine" Michelle smiles "You obviously need space to think, maybe after we could go into Dublin? Hit the shops?"

"Yeah sounds good to me" Carla smiles heading upstairs to get dressed...

Walking around the graveyard seemed so odd especially being here. She felt rather out of place with the simple bouquet of flowers in her hand as she walked through the land of protruding stone until she reached her destination, bending down she placed the bouquet propped up against the grave. Standing back she admired the stone before closing her eyes and breathing in the unpolluted air of county Kildare until she opened them again and smiled at it.

"You'd probably be laughing, wouldn't you? Another failed relationship, I should have just stayed in that clinical marriage. I've changed is probably what you would be thinking which is true, I'm very different now and yeah that's that really. I guess you know I've never been this good at this sort of thing but... I've been through a lot, sometimes I like to think about how things may have been different if you and Liam were here whispering in my ear, maybe I would still be with him, or you, maybe I would have gone with Peter...who knows but its life at the end of the day isn't it?" she chuckles slightly biting her lip and glancing down to Paul Connor's grave before sighing wishing things were different

"You can still fix your relationship you know" Michelle smiles, Carla rolls her eyes knowing she must've followed her here "He loved you more than you think, so did Liam"

"Whatever" Carla mumbles linking her arm with Michelle before stopping in her tracks and blinking "'Chelle..."

"Woah ok" Michelle whispers holding her up noticing that all the colour had drained from her face "Are you ok?"

"I feel really dizzy" she mumbles slightly rubbing her forehead "I'm probably just tired, could we maybe skip the shops?"

"Yeah" Michelle smiles slightly "Are you ok to walk?"

"I'm fine" Carla smiles "Better"

"Good" Michelle sighs slightly as they continue to walk back to her flat, they head in and Carla sits on the sofa before practically passing out on it leaving Michelle to chuckle slightly

In Weatherfield things were going far from smoothly, beaten to a pulp, Adam Barlow was lying in a hospital bed and Peter Barlow was too from yet another round of boozing down to his ex-partner come girlfriend come wife and the treacherous mistake she made. He hated himself for coming second to his nephew, mind you, he knew Adam's arrogance was enough to charm the knickers off any female that lived on the planet, even Carla. He didnt attack Adam, he knew that but he didn't know who did and that was fine because he knew that he didnt do it and as revenge, spitefully and rightly so he pinned it on Carla but to be told she had fleed the country before it happened left him with questions about his future, maybe he should just give up.

"Thank you for coming" Peter smiles looking up

"I dont know why you asked me here, I know nothing about-"

"She didnt tell you?" Peter queries watching the person in front of him shake their head "Interesting, I phoned Michelle, she said that she wasn't there, no doubt LA, I need you to do me a favour because she will listen to you"

"I dont think that's a good idea, you know how she gets"

"Are you actually scared of her?" Peter chuckles watching the person in front of him shift around uncomfortably "She's got you well and truly wrapped under your spell"

"You can hardly blame me"

"I guess, why did you come then Johnny if you dont want to help?"

"I love Carla, I do, she's my own kid but she has taken things way too far on this occasion," Johnny remarks, Peter sighs and nods "You didn't deserve it considering after everything when she was ill... it's just awkward"

"And I respect that" he starts glancing to the time "I need to speak to her"

"Are you sure that's a good thing to do especially in your condition?"

"That's exactly why I'm doing it, because of my condition" he starts, Johnny nods slowly "I need to see her one last time before I die-"

"You won't die Peter"

"I need a transplant, I am dying in front of your eyes as we speak, this is partly my fault and partly hers, I need to see her one last time, even after everything she has done, I need to say goodbye, please this is my last wish"

"I dont know..." Johnny trails off "You should hate her"

"I do, I will never forgive her for this, never" he shakes his head before sighing "I will never forgive her but I need to see her before I die to show her what she's done to me"

"Ok" Johnny nods "I'll try, for you"

"Thank you" he responds as Johnny nods and leaves the room leaving Peter to sigh and bite his lip, he picks up his phone and goes through his photos smiling at the photos of him and Carla on their wedding blessing "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey, you'll never know dear how much I love you please don't take my sunshine away, I'll always love you and make you happy, if you will only say the same, but if you leave me, and love another you'll regret it all...some...day"