Martha and Tasha walked into Noah's still laughing about Martha's 'violent attack' on the bucket. Tasha was glad she had got Martha laughing. Martha had been in a total funk the last couple days and it was getting to a point where Tasha was to scared to even talk to her. Martha was snapping at people all over the joint and Tasha didn't want to be her next target.

Martha's good mood soon went crashing down though. Martha spotted Jack sitting at the bar with Robbie. They were talking to Beth and laughing about something.

"Maybe we should go to the diner instead," Martha told Tasha.

"No way, I want to sit here. Just because Jack's here doesn't mean that you have to leave," Tasha replied.

Martha sighed. "But he said…," she started but Tasha was having none of that. "No buts, I don't care what he said. We are sitting here whether you like it or not," Tasha said raising her voice.

By now Tasha's loud voice had gotten the attention of Jack, Robbie and Beth. They were looking at the girls wondering what was going on. Robbie was smiling, he rarely ever heard his wife raise her voice, least of all at Martha. He liked it.

Martha looked back at Tasha. She was also surprised that Tasha had yelled at her. "Geez, there's no need to get snippy," Martha told her.

Tasha grabbed her hand and pulled her over towards the boys and Beth. Beth smiled at them. "Would you like a juice girls?" she asked them. "Thanks Beth," Martha replied sitting down on a stool next to Robbie. She didn't dare look at Jack. Beth poured two cups of juice out for the girls. "Thanks Beth," they said.

For the next few minutes they all just sat in silence. Nobody was really game enough to start up a conversation. Martha knew it was because of the tension between herself and Jack.

Robbie being the smart ass he is decided to break the silence. "Boy, isn't this uncomfortable?"

Tasha gave him a dirty look. "Robbie, shut up," she said. Another moment passed when all of a sudden Tasha jumped up. "I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be back in a minute," she stated walking off.

Beth looked at Martha and then at Jack. They were both hurting and she could see it clearly. Tony had told her the night before about the fight they had. And she was surprised when he told her that Jack apparently didn't want anything to do with Martha anymore.

It had been so obvious to everyone from the start that Jack had strong feelings for Martha; whenever she was around he couldn't keep his eyes off her. Beth knew that Martha felt the same; she had seen Martha watching Jack many times when she thought that no one was looking.

Beth thought it was sad that it had ended this way, but she had a feeling it wasn't over yet.

Robbie was right though, it was getting uncomfortable and Beth couldn't stand it anymore.

"I'm going to go and do a stock count in the storage room," she said picking up her clipboard and starting to walk away.

Martha jumped up. "Do you want some help? " Martha offered sounding a little too eager. Silently she wished Beth would say 'yes'. She was feeling so uncomfortable and she couldn't stand the silence that came along with it.

"No sweet, it's okay. It won't take me long anyway. Besides, it's your day off. So why don't you enjoy it," Beth replied before walking off.

Martha scoffed. Enjoy it! Yeah right. As if that's going to happen, she thought to herself.

"So Sunshine," Robbie said swinging around in his chair to look at her. "Care to share with the audience why Tasha was yelling before?"

Martha looked away. She didn't want to say it was because of Jack. "It was nothing," she told him.

Robbie laughed. "Uh huh, sure. Tasha doesn't raise her voice over nothing."

Martha could feel her temper flaring, why couldn't he just leave her alone. "Just drop it Rob, it's got nothing to do with you anyway," Martha snapped.

"Hey," Robbie held his hands up in defence. "Don't have a heart coronary, I was just asking."

"Yeah, well don't ask," Martha spat back at him.

"Fine," Robbie said defeated. "Fine," she threw back at him.

Jack looked up to see Tasha walking back towards them. Thank god. The more people around the less uncomfortable it feels, he thought to himself.

Jack wanted to leave; he was starting to find it very hard not to look at Martha.

He had noticed when she first walked in that she was laughing and looked happy. But as soon as she saw him her face had dropped. She had looked like she had wanted to cry. Jack was willing to bet that Tasha and Martha's little tiff was about him. He had heard Martha say that it would be better if they went to the diner because he was here.

Maybe his dad was right. Maybe he had been a bit rough on her yesterday. Maybe she did like him. His thoughts were interrupted by a loud rumbling noise.

"What was that?" Tasha asked.

Martha stood up. "It sounded like thunder. I'm just gonna go outside and take a look," she said walking away.

Beth then walked out of the store room. "I was just listening to the radio and they said that there was a big storm heading our way," she told them.

"That explains the thunder then," Jack said standing up. "I better head off home. I think there are a couple of windows that need closing before it starts to rain. Thanks for the juice Beth," he said before walking off.

"Seeya Jack," they called out.

"Well, that went well," Robbie said sarcastically.

Tasha sighed. "At least they weren't ripping each others heads off," she said.

Jack had just walked out of Noah's when he ran straight into Martha. He grabbed her arm, stopping her from falling backwards. He felt a tingle run up his own arm that always happened when he touched her. He wondered if she felt it too!

He looked at her face to find her already looking at him. He held her gaze for a few moments but then she suddenly snapped out of it. She pulled her arm away from his grasp as if he had burned her.

"Sorry, I…," he started, but Martha cut him off. "Whatever," she said pushing past him and walking back inside.

Martha closed the door behind her. Was he about to apologise for what he said yesterday? She thought. Why did you walk away you stupid idiot. You probably just ruined your last and only chance.

Alf looked up into the sky. There were dark clouds starting to appear. He thought maybe it was time to head off home.

He'd had a great day with Tony and the boys. They had caught quite a few fish. Lucas seemed to be a natural at fishing and Alf was sure that he had found himself another fishing buddy that he could add to his list. Tony and Ric weren't so lucky when it came to catching fish; they had only caught a few between the pair of them. Of course Alf and Lucas had laughed and gloated about it all afternoon.

"Hey mate," Alf said getting Tony's attention. "It looks like we are headed for a bit of a storm. We should head off now before it starts raining," Alf suggested.

Tony nodded his approval. "You're right; those clouds seem to be getting darker. It will probably take us 30 minutes to get home, hopefully we will get there before it gets to bad," Tony said.

"What's wrong dad?" Lucas asked Tony.

"We're going to head off now. It's getting late and it looks as if we are headed for a storm," Tony told his son.

Tony went to start the boat but he got a surprise when he couldn't start it. "It won't start," he told Alf.

"Let me have a go," Alf replied. He also got a surprise when it wouldn't start, not even a splutter.

"Grandad, is everything ok?" Ric asked.

"The boat won't start mate. I'll try the radio and see if I can call for help or something," Alf said trying not to worry too much.

Alf picked up the radio to call for help. It wasn't working either.

Alf was starting to get frustrated. "What the flaming hell is going on?" he yelled.