Jack Harper had spoken to Richard before the day had rewound and knew what it was that he had hoped to achieve where Harrison was concerned. As soon as he had heard from Richard that things had changed and Harrison had not visited him at the office Jack had decided to interfere himself and keep things on track. He knew that Richard didn't like him meddling in what he called his 'family issues' but he had time to kill today before the robbery took place and what better way to spend it, than by causing trouble for the Davies family?

"Cassie isn't it?" Jack said as he approached the dark haired young woman looking out over the water from a path near her apartment.

"What do you want?" Cassie asked with a frown. She had only met Jack once before but she had heard enough about him from Harrison and Tru to be wary of him.

"Now, now," Jack said with a smile. "No need to be like that. You look like you need a friend to talk to."

"You're right, I do," Cassie replied, standing up and walking back towards the street. "I'll go find one."

"Ouch," Jack mockingly retorted as he followed after her.

Cassie glared behind her when she realised that Jack was following her like some sort of stray puppy, only one which was not half as appealing and had much sharper teeth.

"So what time does Harrison get off work?" Jack asked conversationally. "He is still working isn't he? How long is it he's been there now?"

Cassie studiously ignored him as she crossed over the road.

"Must be a change for him to be on the other side of the bar?" Jack continued, despite the fact his button pushing didn't appear to be working.

Cassie carried on down the road as she checked her watch and debated whether pushing Jack into the oncoming traffic might be worth the effort.

"Do you think he'll serve us free drinks, seeing as how we're all friends?" Jack tried again. "I bet he will if I ask nicely."

Cassie sighed inwardly and felt a sense of relief when she saw Harrison's bar come into view. Unfortunately the sense of relief lasted only until she got within a few doors of the bar and saw Harrison and Lindsay leaving and she came to a grinding halt as she watched the pair walking away from the building in the opposite direction.

She wondered when Lindsay had come back into town and, more upsettingly, she wondered how long Harrison had known she was back and why he hadn't thought to tell her.

"I'm sorry you had to see that," Jack said consolingly as he patted Cassie on the arm. She flinched slightly at his touch but didn't respond to his words. "I'd just come from the bar when I saw you down by the water. I was hoping to spare you this…"

Cassie stood watching Harrison and Lindsay as Jack continued to speak, she didn't know what about though because the only thing she was able to register was Harrison carefully helping Lindsay into his car before climbing in himself and driving away.

"…you knew what he was like when you got together," Jack was saying when Cassie finally realised that he was speaking to her. "He just isn't the type to commit."

"Yeah, I knew that," Cassie replied. "Was that all you wanted?" she turned to glare at Jack, her patience exhausted.

"Don't blame me," Jack said, raising his hands in a pacifying gesture. "I wasn't trying to lead you here, I was trying to talk to you back at the water, remember?"

Cassie frowned, and although she wouldn't say anything aloud she had to admit to herself that Jack had a point.

"Maybe it's for the best," Jack suggested. "A fresh start for all of you?"

"A fresh start?" Cassie repeated to herself. She knew that both Harrison and Tru had a problem with Jack but he had never done anything to her directly and when it came right down to it, he did have a point. She had a job opportunity that would take up all her time and energy if she accepted it, by the time she was up and running she was sure that she would have long forgotten Harrison Davies as well, as he had clearly forgotten her before she had even left.

"A clean break, right now," Jack prodded. "The Davies siblings won't even know you're gone."

"I should go say goodbye to Tru," Cassie hesitated.

"I didn't realise you were that close," Jack questioned.

"We're not really, but she has been a good friend to me."

"Tru has a lot of friends," Jack said quietly, with a nod in the direction of the car carrying Tru's younger brother and her very best friend.

"It'd probably be best if I just left quietly," Cassie nodded. "I don't want to cause any trouble between them all."

"It's for the best," Jack agreed before patting Cassie on the arm again, only this time she didn't shrug him off or flinch away, she didn't seem to notice him at all as he walked off towards the scene of the robbery.


"Tru?" Harrison yelled as he rushed into the morgue. Davis was sitting at his computer but quickly jumped up and hurried from the room as soon as he saw Harrison in the doorway.

"Harrison what is it?" Tru asked jumping up from her seat.

"Oh nothing much," Harrison replied with as much sarcasm as he could muster. "Just a little question of you interfering again."

"Harrison, everything's going to be fine…" Tru started.

"Don't 'everything's going to be fine', me," Harrison snapped. "You tried to get Lindsay to come onto me!"

"I suggested she stop by and see you," Tru amended as the doubts she had felt earlier blossomed into a full guilty conscience.

"And you suggested I be 'nice' to her," Harrison said. "Do you think we're blind and that we can't see what you're trying to do?"

"Yesterday you were quite happy to be getting back together with Lindsay," Tru replied in defence of her earlier actions.

"You're sure about that?" Harrison asked. "Because I have spent most of the day trying to sort out how I feel about Cassie and I suspect I probably did the same yesterday. So that being the case I can't help wondering why I would suddenly decide to get back together with the ex who never thought I was good enough for her."

"Lindsay never thought that," Tru said, knowing even as she said the words that Lindsay had thought exactly that and had made no secret of the fact either. "Where is Lindsay anyway?"

"I dropped her off at your place," Harrison replied. "Now do you want to tell me why you're so convinced about this?"

"Yesterday…"

"I don't want to know about yesterday," Harrison yelled. "I don't remember yesterday and I don't care what happened during it. I want to know what gives you the right to start running my life like that!"

"I'm not running your life," Tru argued.

"Yes you are," Harrison shouted his voice rising enough that Tru suspected that no matter where in the building Davis had vanished to, he would still be able to hear Harrison shouting. "You get all secretive and 'it's not right' when I ask for the winning horses at the track but when it comes to anything else in my life you're happy enough to interfere so that I do what suits you!"

"That's not fair," Tru said, her own voice rising slightly, though more in an effort to make herself heard above Harrison's shouting than because of her own temper.

"And where does it say that you get to decide who I should be with?" Harrison continued as though Tru hadn't spoken at all. "You think I can't make that decision for myself?"

"I made a mistake," Tru admitted, when Harrison had finally stopped ranting long enough for her to get a word in.

"You said it," Harrison snapped. "Now you better tell me how I can fix this."

"So now you do want my help?" Tru asked with just a hint of sarcasm.

"Dammit Tru," Harrison said in a quieter voice than he had used since walking into the morgue. "You said that Cassie was leaving tonight, so I suggest you tell me where from so I can get there and stop her before it's too late to fix the mess that you caused."

"I'm not to blame for all of this," Tru replied, thinking back to what Cassie had said the previous day. A glance at her watch told her that this time events had happened differently enough from Cassie's perspective for her not to want to stop at the morgue and say goodbye; she wondered briefly what it was that had altered that but dismissed it as not important.

"Can we sort out who's to blame later?" Harrison said. "Just tell me where I can find her?"

"Have you tried her place or yours?" Tru asked, knowing it was obvious but suspecting that Harrison might have forgotten one or the other, or even both, in his rage-driven dash to the morgue.

"My place is locked and she doesn't have keys and I stopped at hers on the way here, it looks like she's already gone. And before you suggest it, she's not answering her phone either."

"She was going to come back after flying out tonight to sign the paperwork," Tru recalled. "She said she wouldn't have time to move right away but would come back to sort it out after she had signed the contracts in New Orleans."

"Yeah Tru, that's a great help," Harrison snapped. "I'll just wait for her to come back when it's too late."

"She's flying out tonight," Tru repeated.

"The airport," Harrison realised, turning and running from the room without a backward glance at his sister.

"Thanks Tru," Tru muttered to herself as Davis popped his head back in the door.

"I've really messed up this time, haven't I?" Tru asked as she sat back down at the desk.

"He'll calm down once everything is sorted out," Davis assured her. "You have more important things to worry about right now though, like getting to the robbery before it takes place."

Tru nodded and pushed the problems with Harrison to the back of her mind once more before heading out of the morgue and towards the store where the robbery was going to take place. She hoped she would be in time as she realised that once again she was letting the problems with her family take precedence over saving the person who had asked her for help; once again she felt the guilt at not doing everything she possibly could to save the victim.