"For god's sake, Maggie, you have to listen to me."

"Why should I? You just keep coming out with this bullshit."

"Maggie -"

"Oh, shut up Paul. I'm really getting sick of listening to you ranting on and on at me. If you really dislike me so much, fire me! But I know you can't possibly bring yourself do that, because I'm the only one here who can deal with the kids we have here!"

"QUIET!" Paul roared at her, and Maggie was silenced. "Maggie, I just don't think that the kind of things you do with the kids, or the kind of things you tell them about are appropriate. I want you to stop, Maggie. Please, for the sake of the kids."

"I'm trying to help them, Paul!" Maggie exclaimed, grabbing the arms of her chair and flaring up, "You don't know what I've dealt with during the past few years. I just don't want the kids to experience what I've been through. And by doing what I'm doing with them I can really help them."

"Maggie -" Paul began, but Maggie wouldn't hear of it.

"No, Paul. I have to do this, because something inside of me knows he's going to come back," Maggie said, and she sounded quite calm though she was shaking, "Lately I've been having nightmares again.."

"Maggie, if you're having nightmares you should see someone about it, you shouldn't share them with the kids," Paul argued, but Maggie barely heard him. She got up and began to pace the room, not looking directly at Paul.

"I never told you about it, did I?" Maggie said quietly, "I never told you about why I came here. You've always seen me as some sort of basket case, haven't you, Paul? Even though I'm great with the kids that's how you see me, isn't it?" She looked at him, searching his face for an answer, but his eyes revealed nothing. "Well, just as well, isn't it? You wouldn't even believe me, anyway."

Paul sighed. "Maggie, ever since you've arrived here you've never opened up to anyone. By means, you've never spoken of your past. Is there something troubling you?" He enquired, "Maggie, please tell me. I want to understand."

"Well, that's just it," Maggie said, and laughed shakily, "You can't, Paul. You can't and you never will. And anyway, you've never even tried to understand me. I've been here for so many years so why is it that you've never even attempted to have this conversation with me before? Well?" She glared at him. Paul seemed to recoil and nodded as if he agreed with her.

"I'm sorry, Maggie, I just don't -" Paul couldn't finish. He just stared at her helplessly, "If you're having trouble, please talk to someone here about it. It doesn't have to be me, but Maggie, I'm getting so worried about you. And you say you've never been married, never had children. I feel like I don't even know you anymore," His face darkened, "Not that I ever did, of course."

Maggie didn't answer him, and a moment later she heard the door close as Paul quietly left the room. She folded her arms and felt the tears prickling in her eyes. No, noone understood her. Ever since that summer of '91, Maggie had become a different person. She didn't talk to Tracey anymore, but missed her. She didn't even know where Doc was anymore. They had talked on previous occassions but now Maggie felt the two of them had drifted apart.

She stared out of the window as the rain pattered dismally against it, and longed for things to be the way they had been before he had come.. before he had clawed his way back into her life.