Nick decided Lydia was in a better state of mind and she was OK to leave home alone. Nick arrived home on his third day back to work to witness an unusual sight.

He entered the house to hear some Shawnia Twain song balring. In his living room, it looked like a laundry mat has exploded as piles of clean clothes were mounted on the sofas and hi "man chair".

Nick's eyebrows rose slowly with wonder as he walked passed a steaming iron and opened ironing board. He looked at the objects and shrugged.

He still didn't know Lydia's whereabouts. He walked cautiously to the kitchen. He peeked over the counted with astonishment to see Lydia balanced on her bulging belly scrubbing the floor. He heard her humming along with the song. "Hey Honey" Nick said from behind as he ticked her love handle sides.

"Jeez Nick" Lydia said with laugher and anxiety.

"Sorry" Nick shrugged. "Whatcha doin'?" Nick said in his Texas drawl

"Cleaning" Lydia said pointing out the obvious.

"O well U need to catch some quick z's and head back to work to finish up this case its red hot." Nick said jesting. Nick was referring to the case if the murder of a fireman who perished in the line of duty mysteriously