By 1.30 am, the plane from Connecticut to London Heathrow landed safely. Randy and Roxy were oblivious to this until they heard the mutters of sleepy passengers ejecting themselves from the aeroplane. Roxy leaned forward - her head was killing her. She had been restless, unable to forget about the moment when her mother told her less than 24 hours ago that her best friend was seriously ill.

Flashback: Wednesday.

"It's Ice; she needs your help..." Charlotte told her daughter sternly.

"Why? What's the matter? Does she need someone to make her new music video or something?" Roxy asked, quite naively.

"Roxy, sweetheart, you'd better sit down." Charlotte said sternly, running her right hand through her frizzy hair.

Roxy didn't like the way the conversation was heading at all...

"Lily is very ill. Her kidney isn't functioning properly. Without a transplant, she could die." Charlotte explained, trying her best not to upset her daughter.

"What? Why the fuck didn't you tell me sooner, huh? Ring me up, tell me so that I could get the hell back to England and be there for her!" Roxy screamed.

"I wanted to tell you face to face. I'm sorry, I know it is a shock..."

"Too damn right it's a shock! When did you find out?"

"Only a few days ago. Lily's parents rang me up. At first, they thought it would all be alright, just with dialysis. But it all turned wrong...she needs a donor."

"So that's the only reason they want me huh?" Roxy replied, standing up, folding her arms and facing the window.

"No darling, not at all. They don't expect you to be a donor. Lily did ask for you though."

"She was fine a year ago..."

"It can come about really suddenly." Charlotte soothed.

"When are you going back to London?" Roxy inquired, now facing her mother.

"Tomorrow afternoon, 12.30pm. I didn't book you a seat, I didn't know whether you would be able to come."

"I need to, I want to and I will. I'll tell you what; I'll go back home, get in contact with Vince and then ask for time off. I'll need to be back in America for Monday though."

"Lily knows that...she said that just to see you for a few hours would give her enough time. She loves you. She misses you dearly."

"I feel the same..." Roxy replied, heading towards the door. "I'll be there, just give me time." Roxy added, leaving the hotel room.

"Oh and Roxy?"

"Yeah?" she asked, turning slightly to face her mother, her hand still clasping the door knob.

"I'm sorry for calling you a gullible bitch, it was wrong of me. Let me know what happens, you can use the house if you like...you still have a key don't you?"

"Yeah, thanks."

The past few minutes had been a daze for Roxy. She had no idea how a young, healthy person like Lily could turn so sickly over night. Sure, she did drink and smoke excessively some days and yes she had dabbed in a few kinds of drugs but she was changing. Lily knew that she was no longer an adolescence with pipe dreams of her band being bigger than Guns 'n' Roses. She was a young adult who was a part of a group of talented musicians that would one day hit the alternative music scene by storm. Sure, it may not be as huge or as promising as a band like Guns 'n' Roses were, but they were confident in their ability to perform and knew exactly how to achieve legend status in the music world.

Roxy was now finally back at her car and the gravity of the situation had finally hit her; hard. She leant her forehead against the steering wheel as trickles of salty water stumbled against her skin. Everything that had happened to her in the past months seemed minor compared to what was happening to Lily.

End of Flashback.

"You ok sweetie?" Randy asked, holding Roxy's shoulders.

"Yeah. Can't wait to get home." she murmured.

Half an hour later, they were both inside Roxy's old house. It had hardly changed, to Randy's memory. Roxy lead him to her bedroom and turned the light on as she fixed the curtains shut. Randy examined the room. Posters of Shawn Michaels and bands that Roxy adored were still plastered onto the walls.

"I dunno if HBK's face is gonna exactly gonna help me sleep - make me laugh, maybe!" Randy joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Roxy didn't respond she was too busy unpacking her case and laying her belongings out neatly on the floor.

"Leave that until morning darling, it can wait." Randy tutted.

"It is morning." Roxy said trying to sound witty.

"Come on - I wanna cuddle you." he urged, opening his arms out for her.

"Fine." Roxy sighed, giving in to temptation. "I wanna see her now." she whined slightly, closing her eyes against Randy's firm chest.

"I know you do - it won't be too long." Randy reasoned, stroking her hair calmly.

"Hey - are you saying Shawn's face is funny?" Roxy questioned, finally cottoning on to what Randy had said minutes ago, her eyes connecting with his.

"Well, yes."

"That's not nice! I'll tell him you've said that." Roxy wisecracked.

"He'd probably agree with me!" Randy chuckled.

"Still mean though..."

"Still mean though!" Randy replied, mimicking Roxy jokingly.

"Thanks."

"For what?"

"Coming with me - I can't say it's gonna be the most happiest of things."

"I know you would do it for me if Shawn or someone was seriously ill."

"Even so, you don't even know her. It was very good of you to want to come with me, fly about on your days off."

"Think nothing of it." Randy demanded, getting up to turn the light off before returning to Roxy. "Without you, I would have been bored."

Alas, Roxy didn't hear that bit, she was already asleep.

"Sweet dreams." Randy whispered, kissing Roxy's right cheek before embracing her once again and falling to sleep himself. He was equally as nervous about what today would bring but tried to force it to the back of his mind. Well, at least for the time being.