Thanks so much for staying with me and for reading. I'm glad you're enjoying the stories. I love to hear any and all feedback. I'll probably start posting the beginning of Part 4 tomorrow or the next day. For now, here are two short little PAST Chronicles. These Chronicles take place in no particular order and are literally just random bits of "memories".

"THE BIKE"

Inspired by the Allison quote: "Do you know how much that meant to her, eh? Have you got any idea how hard she's worked?" S02E04

(1995. Rachel, 15, kneels on the pavement in the back garden as she twirls the plastic numbers on her wire bike-lock. She smiles at the shiny blue aluminium frame of the bike. She loses her balance when Dominic's,11, worn football bounces off her side. She scowls, grabbing the football from her new place on the ground, as a smiling Dom approaches.)

Dominic: Give it here.

Rachel: No you pillock. (She tosses the football over his head and towards the street.)

Dominic: Oiy! (He chases after it. Rachel pats the small bits of gravel from her hands and stands. Dom returns with his ball under his arm. He points at the flashy blue bike.) Whose is that?

Rachel: Mine.

Dominic: No way.

Rachel: I've been working n't I? So, I bought me self a bike.

Dominic: I want a go.

Rachel: No chance! It's mine so that, if I need to get into town or I fancy going to Sean's. I can get to work quicker. This bike is not for mucking about.

Dominic: Oh, c'mon please!

Rachel: No. You'll just damage it anyway.

Dominic: It's well flash. Let me ride it. Here. On our street. That's all.

Rachel: Why? So your dodgy little mates will see it? No fanks! Next morning it'll be nicked and flogged off somewhere.

Dominic: I wouldn't let 'em. You're family. They're my mates.

Rachel: Have you ever heard the idiom "There's-

Dominic: (scoffs) Idiom?

Rachel: Yeah, it means, like a 'saying'?

Dominic: Why not just say that then?

Rachel: Because it's-

Dominic: Dad's right about you. You reckon them books make you better than the rest of us 'round here. Don't ya?

Rachel: Don't you want to be better? Better than them lot? Sitting around doing nothing all day, but drinking and smoking and getting nicked by the coppers?

Dominic: You're a proper snob, eh?

Rachel: No.

Dominic: People actually like me 'round here. And I like them. So, I don't see what's so wrong wif being like them.

Rachel: (sighs) Anyway, the saying is "There's no honor amongst Thieves."

Dominic: You what?

Rachel: Forget it.

Dominic: Done. (checks out the bike one last time as he follows his sister down the small alley between their house and the next. He follows her around to their front door.) I bet Dad will have something to say about you not sharing- (Rachel turns and stares him down still a few feet taller.)

Rachel: He'll say nothing because you'll say nothing! Alright?

Dominic: I'm not scared of you.

Rachel: If he even notices it, we're saying it's yours. Understood?

Dominic: Oh, right. My bike, that I can't even bloody ride?

Rachel: Just do that for me. Will ya?

Dominic: Why should I?

Rachel: Don't be a Dick Dom. You just said we're family. Didn't ya? I look out for you. You cover for me.

Dominic: Only if you let me ride!

Rachel: (rolls her eyes annoyed with his persistence) Uh! I just locked it up. Maybe tomorrow?

Dominic: Maybe.

Rachel: Yeah. l've got some of (pokes him) your chores to do before Allison and Dad get back. So I'm going in now. Maybe tomorrow.

Dom: Well then, maybe I'll keep my mouth shut.

(The next day. Rachel is dressed in her work uniform and goes to the back garden to unchain her bike. When she kneels beside it her eyes fill with rageful tears. Her tires have been flattened. There's no way of knowing who to be cross with for sabotaging her prized possession, her father or her brother. All she knew was now, thanks to whoever, she was going to be late to work.)