Chapter 3 Martha heard a noise, coming from the opposite side of the room, she quickly got up, wiping away her tears, and walking over cautiously to where the noise was coming from. A part of the wall swung open, and 3 other people were pushed in, 1 falling head first into a beanbag. The other two shook their heads at this.

"Do you have to be such an idiot Ryan?" The woman said, with her hands on her hips. They then all suddenly looked up at Martha, who was now very confused and scared.

"Don't be frightened, we're in the same mess as you." The woman said, walking closer to Martha. "My name is Christie, and this is Ryan and Callum." She said, pointing at the two guys. "What's your name?"

"I'm.. Martha." She said, still wondering what was going on. "Erm, what 'mess' is that exactly?" She asked. Christie, Callum and Ryan looked at one another, then back at Martha.

"I think you best take a seat for this." Suggested Callum. Martha slowly sat down on a beanbag, waiting for their explanations.

Jack arrived at Noahs to find Tasha, Robbie, Ric, Cassie and Alf sat around a table. They all looked very sad, Tasha especially. Jack pulled up a chair as he sat between Alf and Robbie.

"Sorry I'm late." Jack apologized. "I lost track of time." He wasn't lying. He'd found himself staring at the journal on the bottom of his bed, trying to persuade himself to look, but part of him couldn't bring himself to doing it.

"It's okay." Alf assured him. "Right, let's put our thinking caps on, what would Martha have really liked?" He asked them, they all sat there in deep thought for a moment, scanning their individual knowledge of Martha.

"What about if we have a nice service at the beach?" Tasha suggested. "She loved it there, then maybe we can have a little bit of a Wake kind of thing in here, she did used to work here after all." The group nodded.

"Sounds like a really good idea Tash." Ric smiled.

"Well, that's set then!" Alf clapped his hands. "Now, about the service.." The group of friends then assigned themselves to particular jobs, and set a date for the service.

Martha sat gob smacked at what she heard.

"So let me get this straight. This guy, Trevor, and his mates watch the cliff, waiting for a disturbance, when they notice one they then go to the ledge below and wait for someone to fall?" She checked.

"Pretty much. He thinks that the people who fall off the cliff are angels or something, that's why he's locked us up, not everyone comes across an angel everyday!" Christie laughed.

"What a complete nutter!" She exclaimed. The others laughed.

"Yea, you got that right Martha!" Ryan smiled.

"Call me Mac." She grinned.

"So, why did you jump then?" Christie asked, cautiously.

"Oh, I didn't jump, I got deliberately knocked by Jenny this.." Martha was only going to upset herself by talking about the whole Jack situation, and she didn't want to cry anymore over something she couldn't do anything about. "I don't want to talk about her." She sighed.

"That's fine." Callum said.

"So, how did you three fall then?" Martha enquired. Callum, Christie and Ryan all looked embarrassed.

"We didn't 'fall' as such." Explained Callum.

"We jumped." Ryan finished.

"Oh.." Martha said, unsure how to react.

"You see, it's a suicide hotspot." Christie said, trying to break the silence, but it soon resumed afterwards, only to be broken again by the door re-opening. Martha started to run towards the door, but was held back by Callum. She quickly spun around to see what Callum was doing. 'Why is he holding me back?' she thought. Callum maintained his grip.

"Please, don't say anything, I'm starving." He pleaded with her. Martha's attention was distracted by the squeaking of the wheels of a food trolley coming from the door. The person pushing it was new to Martha, it wasn't Trevor like she'd expected. She turned back to Callum and nodded. He then smiled and dived towards the table, where all 3 of them grabbed their plates, scoffing down their food.

"Aren't you going to eat anything?" Ryan asked, pointing to the plate left on the trolley. Martha sighed and nodded, as she walked towards the trolley and picked up the plate. She sat back onto a beanbag, and slowly eat her food.