Slowly he walks into the room, the pale blue walls, everything looks exactly the same although he hadn't stepped foot in that room for three and a bit years. The little boy smiles over at him and goes tp take a seat on the sofa as his mum makes the drinks."What's your name?""Colby Ian Richards""That's a cool name."The small boy giggles and runs off into the kitchen leaving Ian alone in the now quite room. He looks slowly around at the pictures of him and many familuar faces, he slowly wipes a tear from his eye and gets up walking over to the window and glancing out onto the street. The memories of that night flooded back, the blue flashing lights, the red blood stains, the handcuffs.......the murder!Claire: Ian? Are you ok?Ian: Yes I'm fine.Claire: You shouldn't be here....if the police find out.Ian: They won't find out unless you tell them.Claire: The neighbours, old Mrs Smith across the road is always looking over here.Ian: Then I'll have to suffer the effects later.Claire sits down on the nearby sofa and looks towards the clock on top of the tv. She sighs quietly and looks away knowing things wouldn't be easy from here. Colby looks at the man in front of him with great interest, he runs over and jumps onto his lap giggling slightly. Claire: Remind you of anyone?Ian: Yeah........me!Claire: In every way. Colby say hi to : Hi to Daddy laughsIan: Cheeky thing isn't he?Claire: DefinitelyIan: Look Claire there's something I need to tell you. He's not dead Claire I saw him.Claire: What?Ian: He's not dead........he was there waiting for me as I walked out of the doors.......