This could not be happening.

Ross had been at the airport but hadn't seen Rachel. He had thought that she was late, and then that she had somehow missed the plane. She would surely have got a message through to him if that had happened, unless something had gone wrong. Perhaps she had left a message, but that message had not got through. Lazy hotel staff or … Emily had had a down on Rachel, whatever she though of him. What if she had maliciously prevented a message from getting through?

He began to feel agitated at the possibility that such meanness could be directed at him and his family. How could she do a thing like that? What had Rachel ever done to her? What had he ever done to her? Okay, he'd done something, but it was only a little mistake and that was so long ago and it had all been for the best hadn't it? If it was for the best from his perspective it must have been for the best from hers. She looked all right anyway.

He shook his head to try and get these disturbing thoughts out of his head. He went to the airline counter to see if he could find out if Rachel was on the next flight, which required a prolonged discussion with the green jacketed female assistant of whether or not the airline could divulge that information. Of course if they were married, he could have insisted - they probably would have been more co-operative then. But now all he had were his persuasive powers and his weren't working. He had no idea how he had managed to keep his temper in the middle of all of this. Anger management problems were a thing of the past, but they were really pushing their luck here. It was only consciousness of the new zero tolerance attitude to misbehaviour in the new age of terrorism that kept him under control.

"Rachel Green?" said a supervisor, also wearing green, who came over to see what was going on.

"And Emma Geller Green," Ross said. No way could they forget his little girl. The supervisor looked at him.

"She was on flight AX567 which landed an hour ago." And then Ross really began to worry, because there was no reason why this supervisor, who had not been looking up anyone's name on the computer, should be able to recognise Rachel's name, just like that. There was no reason why the supervisor should be giving him such a cold stare. The staff member who had been helping Ross looked at the supervisor, and in that look, Ross realised that she too recognised Rachel now that the supervisor had arrived.

"What?"

"Your girlfriend has been arrested. She was trying to carry drugs through customs."

"What!" Ross exploded, "That's impossible! Ridiculous! What the hell do you think Rachel is? A criminal? I never heard anything more stupid in my life. You guys have made a mistake." Ross jabbed a finger in the air. "I better hear some very good explanation for this."

"If you'll take a seat sir, I'll get someone to speak to you." The supervisor pointed at some seats behind him.

"It had better be good," Ross said shakily, "And then I'm going to call my embassy and there's going to be a complaint about your airline and this airport and this whole damn country."

"If you would take a seat," the supervisor said with distaste. Ross glanced at the assistant. She was looking down at her desk, avoiding interaction.

What the hell was going on? Arrested? Drugs? Were they talking about her prescription pills? Anything she was currently taking must be okay. Had there been a bribe asked that she hadn't paid? He had already encountered police asking for bribes on the grounds of what he suspected was some imaginary issue with his passport. She would not have been prepared for such a thing. Maybe she had made an issue of it and they had thought they could scare her by arresting her. Well, they'd find they'd made a mistake.

When he saw the police, who came promptly, he was surprised at the airline's helpfulness. When they had said they would get someone, he didn't think they'd go straight to the source. But as soon as they spoke to him, he realised that he was a suspect. They seemed to believe that he was the next step in whatever drug trail the drugs found were involved in and he was subjected to long questioning about his reasons for being in Indonesia, in Bali, and the name of every contact he had. There was something cold about their eyes. Every answer he gave seemed to invoke a silent scorn. With a chill, he realised that this was serious and out of his control.

"What about Emma?" Ross asked. It was the first time since the interview had been established that he had dared ask any questions, and it was only because it was apparent to him that while they regarded him with suspicion, the police weren't about to arrest him.

"She is safe with her mother at the moment, but of course, can't stay with her."

"What? Why not?"

"Miss Green will be going to Denpasar Jail."

"Hold on a minute, what about posting bond? I can get a bond posted for her and we could stay at the hotel," Ross said.

"No bonds or bails." They received a message from someone outside the room and Ross was told,

"You are free to go. We'll get your daughter and you can take her back to the hotel."

"Rachel, I must see Rachel," Rachel said.

"You'll will have to arrange that with the prison."

"Prison? Why can't I see her now?"

"It is not permitted. Wait outside." And outside he went.

Half an hour later, he received his distressed daughter, her face streaked with tears. After that, they took no interest in him.