Martha and Irene watched as Corey paced back and forth in front of the door. "This was not supposed to happen! This was not supposed to happen," he kept muttering over and over.

"He's really starting to freak me out," Martha said to Irene.

Irene agreed. "Yeah, he keeps talking to himself. His mental state is worrying me," she said.

Martha was scared. Before, it seemed like Corey was just an angry person who got a little too angry and killed his mother. But the more she watched him, the more she thought that he was actually crazy. That he did actually have some sort of psychiatric problem. He really did need some help.

But that didn't mean she felt sorry for him. He had tried to kill her and she could never forgive him for that.

"What's taking them so long?" Martha said. It had been half an hour since Jack and McGrath had arrived, and they had heard nothing more.

"We just need to be patient. I'm sure they need to make a plan of some sorts," Irene started. "You heard what Corey said. He'll hurt us if they come any closer, and the cops won't risk us getting hurt," she kept on.

"Hurt me? He's already done that," Martha scoffed.

Irene sighed. "How are you feeling? How's the pain?" she asked.

"It hurts like hell and I feel like crap," Martha said. "And I feel so tired. I just want to lye down and go to sleep," she continued. She knew if she could just go to sleep, the pain would go away.

"I know, but you can't go to sleep. If you have a concussion, which I'm pretty sure you do, you probably shouldn't go to sleep. You know what the Doc's say about that sort of thing," Irene reminded her.

Martha smiled at Irene. "Don't let me go to sleep," she said.

Irene gave Martha a tight hug. "Don't worry, I'll look after you," she promised

"I actually feel a bit safer knowing that Jack's out there," Martha told Irene.

"Something tells me that Jack is going to throttle Corey when he gets his hands on him. Especially when he finds out that Corey hit you. Twice," Irene began. "And not to mention Alf; that man's a machine when he wants to be, he'll ring his neck," she finished.

Martha let out a small laugh at Irene's reference to her grandfather, but then got serious again.

"They don't even know that Corey is the one keeping us here. How are we supposed to let them know that it's him?" Martha asked.

Irene shrugged. "I don't know love, but I'm sure we'll figure out something".


Jack sat on the grass with his head in his hands. Every few seconds he'd look towards the house, hoping to see some sort of movement.

He was worrying himself sick; he kept thinking about the creep, whoever he was, inside with Martha. Was he touching her? Was he hurting her?

He just wished he could see her and make sure that she was okay.

Jack looked over at his workmates; they were standing in a group going over some plans and trying to figure out what to do. Jack felt so helpless; he should be over there helping them. But McGrath had made him step down. He knew about Jack's feelings towards Martha; so he didn't think Jack should be involved.

McGrath even had the nerve to tell him to go back to the station or home. Jack had basically told him to get stuffed. He wasn't going anywhere; he needed to be there for Martha.

Jack stood up quickly when he heard the screeching of some tyres coming around the corner. It was Alf. Jack had called him a few minutes earlier and told him about the situation. Jack couldn't count the amount of expletive words that had come from the old man's mouth. All he knew was that there were a lot and that Alf wasn't very happy.


Alf pulled up practically in the middle of the road. He didn't care that he would probably be blocking the way for other cars to get through. He was out of the car in record time and was running towards the police with Ric a few paces ahead of him.

He strode up to Sgt McGrath. "What the flaming hell is going on? Where is my granddaughter?" he demanded.

Ric wanted to put in his five cents worth aswell. "Martha's in there with some lunatic and you're all sitting around doing nothing," he spat out.

McGrath sighed. "Please just calm down. We've got people working on the situation right at this minute," he started. "We are doing the best we can".

"Who is the flamin mongrel? Wait till I get my hands on him," Alf threatened.

"Unfortunately, we don't know who he is yet. But we are hoping to find out soon," McGrath tried to reassure him.

"I want my granddaughter out of there in one piece, you hear me? Same goes for Irene," Alf said as McGrath walked back over to his men.


Jack waited until McGrath walked off before he approached Alf and Ric.

"Hey," he said when he reached them.

"Why aren't you over there helping them?" Alf asked.

"Boss won't let me do anything. He say's I can't be involved because I have a personal connection with Martha," Jack started. "Jerk even told me to go home and wait it off," he continued.

"Did you see Martha at all?" Ric asked him.

Jack shook his head. "No, only Irene. But that was only for about ten seconds, and then she was pulled back into the house," he told them.

"I should have flaming well knew something was going on earlier when I was here," Alf scolded himself.

"Don't blame yourself. None of us seen this coming," Jack told him.

"The only person to blame is the nut-job that's in there with them," Ric said.

Alf nodded. "Yeah, but who is he?"