Charlie had since left the hospital and directed his taxi to Sheila's address that Alice had given him from Kathryn's notes. As it neared the house, he begun to get worried. He had seen Maggie's Ford parked across the street, yet no lights were on in the house. Telling himself there would be a logical explanation as he handed the driver his money and stepped onto the pavement, shivering slightly in the cold nights air. Walking up the same steps Maggie had previously descended, he begun to wonder where Will and his force had gotten to, they had left before him yet they hadn't beaten him here. Rubbing his hands together as he reached to knock on the door, Charlie froze. He could hear voices coming form inside the house. Kneeling down on the step, he carefully opened the letter box without a sound, pressing his ear to hear clearer.

"I know… I know. I just wish I had the way she deserves. I love her and Kathryn to bits. But now.. Now I've thrown it all away…" the mans voice sounded full of remorse and guilt.

Peering through the letterbox, Charlie couldn't make anything out, it was too dark. Sighing to himself he decided it would be best to just knock on the door, instead of skulking around on the guys doorstep. But one thing stopped him, his ears heard and all too familiar voice coming from inside, reopening the letterbox, he strained his eyes again, but still couldn't make anything out. His best friends voice became louder.

"I'm sure Sheila knew how much she loved you…but…as I said, your actions haven't exactly proved to her how you feel." the normally calm and comforting voice was shaky and nervous.

"That's easy for you to say!" the mans voice was getting angrier and louder by the word, "You've had no secrets unveiled into the open, you've not had to deal with THINGS OUT OF YOUR HANDS!" Charlie couldn't move, he had been looking into the letterbox when suddenly two figures entered his line of sight, one wielding a knife at the other, who was slowly backing into the hall.

Maggie was beginning to really panic, her hands were shaking uncontrollably but her sub conscious had made a note not to let Martin know. However, not even her sub conscious could hide the fear in her voice. Thoughts were still running through her mind, 'How was she going to escape?' 'What will happen if she didn't?' 'How Charlie will feel?' 'Would she ever get her well deserved own back on Nathan?' Before she realised, only time would tell.