The fresh flowers blew gently in the soft wind. Isabel sat at Alex's grave. He wasn't with her today. She had too many thoughts in her head. What with not going "home", and the whole Max thing. When they had got home, they had managed to destroy the tape before either parent found it. As for the jeep, they were "never going to leave it parked so ridiculously close to the edge again". Then there was this Liz situation. She felt sorry for Liz just having to accept that Max not only slept with the person that practically ruined her life, but is a father to be. Then the pregnant homewrecker killed her best friend.and the person she loved. But then Max was her brother, so she couldn't desert him. He was having a hard time too. Isabel looked up into the sky. She felt like she needed to do something. She hated not really being able to talk to Liz, or Maria and Michael for that matter, in case it hurt her brother.

"Oh Alex. What would you do?" Isabel smiled as she imagined his answer.

"Probably crack jokes inevitably avoiding the question."

1 The pain was getting easier.