Does Kevin have an en suite? Oh well, does now! And Theresa never existed.

Joan saw endless opportunities to help Marissa over the weekend and well into the week. The reason she did nothing was because, no matter how hard she tried, being friendly to the devil reincarnation seemed impossible.

On Saturday, Marissa announced that she was going for a walk. Joan got her coat to go with her, but on the way out, she heard Marissa mutter something about 'getting out of this Hell Hole'. Joan turned on her heels, and went back to her room.

On Monday, Joan spotted Marissa walking around the kitchen, apparently aimlessly looking for something. When Marissa saw Joan, she turned to her a spat "What are you looking at? Unless you know where my mobile phone is, go away!" Joan saw the mobile phone sitting near a large pile of newspapers that had accumulated over the weeks. As she walked out of the room, Joan pushed it under the papers.

On Wednesday, Marissa was trying to find a fresh towel in the linen cupboard. Joan might have offered to help if Marissa hadn't eaten Joan's after-school snack just minutes before.

Yes, Joan found it almost impossible to help Marissa when she was so spiteful towards everyone…everyone except Ryan, that is. Joan was getting desperate. She couldn't forget the last time she didn't follow God's instructions. She was lucky that Adam was now talking to her.

In sheer helplessness, on Thursday night, she retreated to Kevin's room. She entered and thankfully found that Seth wasn't present. She heard her older brother moving around in his en suite. The door was opened, and Kevin was reaching up into his bathroom cabinet.

"What you up to?" asked Joan.

"Mum was hounding me to get rid of all this old medicine I have stored up here. She's paranoid about something, I don't know what. Maybe them exploding and killing us all? You know mum, she always overreacts."

Joan laughed. "Yeah, I know exactly what you mean,"

Kevin reached up and grabbed a small container. "Eugh, this still has six years before it goes off. I've only found one that was passed its used by date, and it was only by two months."

Joan didn't say anything about Kevin's comment. He was acting awfully strange. He was too…cheerful or something. It wasn't really what he was saying, more how he was saying it. With minimal sarcasm.

Noticing Joan's silence, Kevin spoke up.

"Joan, can you keep a secret?" he asked suspiciously.

"Of course," she replied.

Kevin pulled out a magazine from underneath his razor. He flicked it open to a page, and the passed it to Joan. She examined the page and saw it was a catalogue of jewellery.

Kevin reached up and pointed to ring with a single diamond placed delicately on the edge.

"That's what I gave Beth," he said proudly.

"Kev, that is so…" Joan stopped mid-sentence. She had just realised that the ring was no ordinary ring, it was an engagement ring.

"Oh my God! Did you really ask her?" Joan asked excitedly.

Kevin nodded. "But you can't tell anyone, especially not mum or dad. I'm going to tell them tomorrow at tea. I just had to tell someone.

"So she said yes then?" asked Joan.

"Yeah, course!" said Kevin smugly.

Joan reached down and gave Kevin a big hug. "Oh Kev, I'm so happy for you. Beth will be a perfect wife."

Joan pulled away and saw that her brother had a small tear in his eye.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"What? Nothing, I just can't believe she said yes. After all that's happened, she actually said yes!"

Joan left Kevin to finish his job, and it wasn't until almost an hour later that she realised why she had gone to see him in the first place. Oh well, she thought, at least he's in a good mood.

Later that night, Joan was going up to her room to get some more clothes for the den. She stopped by the bathroom, and heard a person being sick. The person coughed, and Joan worked out it was a female. It wasn't her mother, because she had just being talking to her at the bottom of the stairs. So that left Kirsten or Marissa. Joan glanced over her shoulder, and peered in the guest room. Kirsten was standing at the mirror, touching up her makeup.

Joan knocked carefully at the door. It was now her chance to accomplish her mission.

"Marissa, are you okay?" she asked.

Marissa coughed, and the said hastily, "I'm fine."

The toilet flushed and the door was opened by Marissa, who had obviously been crying. Marissa pushed past Joan, and headed towards her bedroom.

Joan followed her. "Marissa, are you feeling okay? I can get you something if you want," said Joan.

"I don't want anything," said Marissa loudly. She had just entered her room and started to close the door.

Joan was able to keep the door slightly ajar with her foot. "Marissa, I need to come in and get some more clothes. If you don't let me in, I'm going to tell my mum or Kirsten about what you were just doing," teased Joan.

Marissa gave in. She slowly opened the door, and Joan stepped inside. She was surprised to see that Marissa had hardly put a single thing out of its place. It was the first time since Marissa had shown up that Joan had entered her room. She was expecting to see Marissa's stuff everywhere, and the ground covered in clothes.

Joan sat down in the neatly made bed.

"Marissa, I'm not leaving until you tell me what that was about."

Marissa remained silent.

"Marissa, I seriously think you should talk to someone about this. Eating disorders can be fatal."

Marissa looked at Joan scathingly. "I don't have an eating disorder," she said.

"So you were just sick because you felt sick. Just tell me so I can leave you alone."

"Sort of," Marissa said slowly.

"What do you mean sort of?" pestered Joan.

"Joan, can I tell you a secret?" asked Marissa. Joan could see the earlier scene with her brother replaying in her mind. Two secrets in one day.

"Yeah," she replied.

"I'm pregnant."

Joan gaped at her.

"It's Ryan's. That's why I came here. To tell him. I haven't yet. I can't bring myself to do it. That's why I was being sick. It was morning sickness."

"But it's night time…" said Joan stupidly.

"Morning sickness doesn't always happen in the morning," said Marissa, slightly bemused.

"Oh my God. You have to tell Ryan!"

"I know! But it is so hard. I just can't do it."

Joan didn't know what to say. This was obviously what she needed to help Marissa with, but how could she?