Robbie sat on Irene's couch flicking the remote control. Between the Life of Birds and Big Brother Ten (or whatever it was) he couldn't stand it anymore. He marched down the hallway to the bedroom and opened the door. Tasha was lying on their bed in the same position she'd been ever since Kim and Rachel left earlier that day.

"Tasha, you have to talk to someone about this."

"I don't need to."

"Don't need to? You nearly died on the beach today, you couldn't breath!"

"Robbie, just leave it."

"No I won't leave it. I'm your husband and I love you. If you won't talk to me you should talk to someone else. What about Rachel? She's a professional, she'd be happy to see you."

"No Robbie, I won't!"

"Tash you can't keep on ignoring this."

"I'm not but you can't tell me how to handle it. You have no idea what it's like ok? You have no idea. Now just leave me alone, please."

"And what about what's it's like for me? Seeing your life destroyed by another man, a man I told you was evil from the start but who you chose to listen to over me."

Robbie could feel himself regretting what he was saying before he even started. But he couldn't stop it; it was like it wasn't him talking, instead this incredibly angry, hurt and frustrated voice in his head that had been bursting to get out ever since the wedding day. Tasha looked at him, horrified. The truth she knew had finally come out.

"Tash, I didn't mean it…"

"Yes you did. You wouldn't have said it otherwise. And you're right too. I can't expect you to feel any other way."

"Tash…"

"Just go Robbie. Just go."

Robbie realised it was no use and walked out the door, and kept walking right out of the beach house, wondering if this was the end of his marriage, only one week after it had started.

"Are you sure this is ok?"

"For the millionth time, it's no problem. Now if you've got everything I think I'll head off to bed. Early start and all that." Jack had set up a bed on the lounge of the Holden house grabbing the old doona from the cupboard and lending Kate some of his pyjamas to sleep in. As he headed to his bedroom Kate smiled happily.

"Night Jack. Sleep well."

"You too." Jack called over his shoulder and shut the door behind him as he went into his room.

Kate snuggled under her doona and happily breathed in the scent of her borrowed pyjamas. Jacks! Although they were clean and smelt only of washing powder she imagined his scent on them and sighed contentedly as she closed her eyes, dreaming up all sorts of possibilities involving Jack taking those pyjamas off her.

"Kate. Kate, wake up." Jack was gently shaking her trying to rouse her from whatever dream she may be having.

"Jack?" Kate said sleepily and opened her eyes. There he was, had her dream become a reality?

"Yeah it's me. Sorry to wake you so early but Martha's picking me up soon so I thought I better let you know. You're welcome to stay though."

"Oh no, no. I'll get going." Kate hastily got up from the coach and smiled at Jack, dressed casually in shorts and dark t-shirt. "Thanks so much for last night, I really appreciate it." She touched his arm lightly as she said it and then lent in for a soft peck on the cheek. Oh this situation would be so perfect if only there was no Martha she thought.

"No problem," Jack smiled. "I'm just going to get my bags from my room. Feel free to take a shower."

"OK, thanks, will do." As happy as Kate was however there was still the problem of Jack going away with Martha and she was no closer to solving it. At that moment there was a knock on the door and Kate realised the answer to her problem was obvious.

"Martha!" Kate said, feigning shock as she opened the door to the Holden house.

"Kate?" Martha said, confused and surprised having expected to see Jack.

"I, I, didn't expect to see you. I didn't want you to find out like this."

"Find out what?" Martha said confused and immediately realised what a stupid question that had been. It was seven am in the morning and Kate was at Jack's house wearing Jack's pyjamas? She felt rooted to the spot and couldn't stop staring at Kate standing in front of her in her boyfriend's pyjamas. But Jack knew I was coming she thought. Stupid me, he must have forgot, in his need to be with her. She felt sick to her stomach, as well as used and embarrassed. All she knew is she had to get out of there before she saw Jack. She could not face him right now.

"Martha…" Kate started but the former was quick to interrupt.

"Forget it, I get the picture." And with that Martha turned on her heel, jumped in her car and sped off, desperate to get away from that scene and situation that cut at her like a dagger. Kate looked after her and smiled. That was almost too easy she thought smugly, very pleased her quick thinking had brought about such a pleasant result.

At that moment Jack emerged from the bedroom and looked around the lounge room.

"Hey, where's Martha?"

"Sorry?"

"I thought I heard a knock on the door then voices. Wasn't that Martha? Where's she gone?"

Kate paused just briefly and then put on her best sympathetic tone.

"Oh Jack, I'm so sorry, this is all my fault."

Robbie lay in his old bed at the house Beth now shared with Tony and felt how unfamiliar it now felt. Luckily Maddy and Luke were away on school camp so there hadn't been a million questions when he arrived on the doorstep last night. What was he going to do he thought. This was all such a mess.

Tasha opened her eyes and turned on her side to face the features she loved. Only they weren't there, staring back at her. She then remembered, she'd ordered him to leave and he had. Good going Tash, drive away the one you love. God this was such a mess. What was she going to do?

"What?" Jack said. "So she just saw you, assumed we'd slept together and left?"

"Yeah, pretty much. I mean you can't blame her, it must have looked pretty bad Jack, with me in your pyjamas and all. She could easily have jumped to the wrong conclusion."

"Yeah but she could have let you explain. I can't believe she'd think I would do something like that anyway. I've got to find her."

"Of course, you want me to come?"

"No, no, it's best if I talk to her alone. You'll be right from here?"

"Yeah of course, don't worry about me. Good luck Jack!" she shouted after him as he ran out of the house.