When Martha awoke she could feel a sharp throbbing pain in her head. She let out a small cry and opened her eyes. Her vision was a bit blurry at first, but she could make out Irene's face. She was looking down at her with a worried look on her face.

"Irene," she groaned.

"Yes love, it's me. I'm here," Irene told her, holding her hand.

Martha put her other hand up to her head and winced when it came in contact with her wound. She quickly pulled her hand away and gasped when she saw it covered in blood.

"Oh my god. What happened?" she asked, panicking and trying to sit up.

But then Martha spotted Corey standing a few feet away and she remembered everything. He had smashed her in the face with the kettle.

She moved closer to Irene; who put an arm around her. "Get away from me you crazy bast…," she started, but Corey cut her off.

"Shut up," he yelled at her. That's when she noticed the gun in his hands.

"Just do what he say's," Irene told her. Martha looked at Irene, who also looked quite frightened. "If we do as he say's, hopefully he won't hurt us," Irene continued.

Martha looked back at Corey. "Why are you doing this?" she cried.

He laughed at her. "Why?" he started. "There's a name for girls like you. Girls who cheat on their boyfriends. Girls who can't keep their legs shut," he continued. Martha looked at him shocked.

"Don't speak to her like that," Irene snapped at him.

"Why not? It's true," Corey said.

"Can you just let us go? Please," Martha asked him.

Corey shook his head. "I don't think so," he glared at her. "You actually think I would let you go, just so you can run straight to your precious lover-boy," he laughed.

Martha's head was really starting to hurt. The pain was so bad that it was making her feel sick. And the fact that she had blood dripping down her face, made her want to vomit.

"I really need to go to the hospital," she pleaded with Corey.

"Yeah. Well I really need for you to shut up. I can't think straight with you yapping all the time," he yelled at her and walked off to the kitchen.

Martha looked towards Irene, who was looking at her with concern. "How are you feeling, Darl?" Irene asked her.

Martha laid her head back onto the soft couch and closed her eyes. "I don't feel that great," she started. "And I feel like I've just been smashed in the head with a kettle," she tried to joke.

Irene gasped. "Is that what he hit you with?" she asked. Martha looked at Irene and nodded. "Yep".

"What was it exactly that made him lash out like that?" Irene questioned.

Martha sighed. "I decided the other night that I still wanted to be with Jack. And on Friday night Jack came around to drop some of my stuff off that had been left at his place, and I told him that I still wanted to be with him. Things got a little out of hand and we…," she started to explain.

"Well, I think you can guess what we did," she continued.

Irene nodded. "You slept with Jack before you got the chance to break up with Corey," Irene stated.

Martha nodded. "And then I came around here before to break it off with Corey, but somehow he had already found out about me and Jack. He got really angry and before I knew it, a kettle was flying at my head," she told Irene.

"What I don't understand is why he would do something like this. I mean he's a cop for gawd's sake. He's supposed to help people, not hurt them himself," Irene whispered.

"He's crazy. That's all I have to say," Martha whispered back.

"Don't worry, I agree with you on that," Irene said.

They both looked over at Corey. He was in the kitchen pacing back and forth. "What do you think he's going to do with us?" Martha asked Irene.

Irene shrugged. "I don't know. But we've got to find a way to get some help. And you really need to get that cut looked at," Irene replied.

Irene then spotted a box of tissues sitting on the coffee table. She slowly reached over and grabbed them. She used them to wipe away the blood from Martha's face and to clean up the wound a bit.

"I'm sorry about bleeding all over your couch and floor," Martha apologised.

"It's not you fault love," Irene told her, pulling her into a tight hug.

Martha started sobbing. "Hey, it's okay Martha. We are going to be fine," Irene comforted her.

"God, where's Jack when you need him," Martha spoke softly.


Jack walked into the diner. He was on a break, so he decided to go for a coffee. He also hoped that maybe he would run into Martha there.

"Hey Colleen," he said as he walked up to the counter.

"Hello Constable, what can I get you?" she asked, with a big smile on her face.

"Just a coffee thanks," he replied. "You go and sit down and I'll bring it over to you when it's ready," Colleen told him. "Thanks," he smiled at her.

Jack then noticed Alf and Ric sitting at a table. He walked over to them. "Hey fella's," he said.

Alf and Ric looked up at him. "Oh, hey Jack. Sit down mate," Alf offered.

Jack smiled at him. "Thanks. So when did you two get back from your trip?" he asked.

"Only about half and hour ago. Who told you we went away?" Alf questioned him.

"Oh, Martha mentioned it to me," Jack said, not noticing the weird looks on Alf's and Ric's faces.

"I thought you and Martha were fighting," Ric said.

Jack smiled. "Not anymore," he told them. Jack guessed it would be okay to tell them that he and Martha were back together.

"What does that mean?" Alf asked, curious.

Jack was just about to explain when they heard someone yelling.

"Where on earth is Irene?" Leah yelled.

Alf looked over at Leah. "What's wrong love?" he asked her.

"Irene was supposed to start her shift an hour ago, and she's still not here," Leah explained.

Alf stood up. "Well I'm just about too head over to her place now. I've got some fish for her," Alf started. "When I see her I'll tell her to get her butt moving," he continued.

Leah sighed. "Thanks Alf," she said.

"See you all later," Alf called, as he walked out the door.

"So what was you saying about you and Martha before?" Ric asked.

Jack looked back at Ric and smiled.