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The plan was actually a pretty boring one. But Elsie was more than fine with boring. Boring meant she wasn't helping to dig graves or carry dead bodies.

The five were heading back to Simon's flat. Curtis, along with the others, explaining their powers to the tall guy. They even told him about selling their original powers. Being carful not to say any more than necessary. It wasn't as if the tall guy needed to know they had killed and buried two probation workers. The tall guy, who she really needed to learn the name of, listened with a keen ear, interjecting his thoughts here and there, even waved a flamboyant hand every now and then. It never occurred to him that he was still in his orange jumpsuit and needed to get back to litter picking. But then Elsie couldn't exactly blame him.

With only one last corner to go before they reached the Bellamy Cave, Elsie could stand it no longer. She had been sneaking glances at him throughout the whole walk in the hopes that who he was would spring to mind. But, still, nothing. "You do realise we don't even know you're name." she stated, moving so she was now walking next to him. A name would probably do wonders for her.

"Je m'appelle Rudy." Rudy. Rudy. Rudy. Nope. The name didn't ring any bells. He seemed pretty proud of himself as he looked down at her. "And you're Elsie, if I'm...if I'm not mistaken."

"Mmhm." She pointed to each of her friends when it appeared none of them were going to introduce themselves. "Curtis, Kelly and Simon."

"'Ow do you know French?" Kelly asked before Elsie could add any more.

"You know before you get to year ten? You get to choose three subjects you want to learn? My Mum insisted she pick one. It was either French or Dance." She shrugged.

"You couldn't 'ave just said no?"

"You haven't met my Mother." Elsie chuckled with a shake of her head. The woman formerly known as Mrs Cooper, was now known as Mrs Moore and could be found living with a man she had started an affair with seven years ago and their five year old twin boys. When she had announced she was pregnant again, Elsie's Dad had been thrilled. It had given him hope that maybe he would finally have the chance to have the son he had always wanted. Nine months later, two boys were born. The only problem was, they were both blonde and had brown eyes. It wasn't so much the blonde hair that caused the problem, Elsie herself had been born with light hair, it was the eyes. It was genetically impossible for any children her Mum and Dad created, to have brown eyes. It bothered Elsie. Not because she had to hear her parents arguing or see her Mother crying. (This being down to the fact that she had lived with her Gran since the age of seven) It was the fact that her Mother had been horrible enough to cheat on a man she had claimed was her childhood sweetheart. It was also the fact that this wasn't the first time it had happened. You could also argue the point that her Dad was stupid for not catching on at all. But Elsie loved her Dad. Had looked up to him as a child, she felt his pain at being betrayed in such a way.

The two had got divorced when the twins had turned two months old. Elsie's Mum had been quick to move in with the real father of the babies. Her Dad had been heartbroken. Not being able to stand the sight of Wertham anymore, he had left. Sold his old flat, left most of his possessions and taken to the road. At first he had made an effort to contact Elsie. But after time, those calls had become less frequent. To the point where Elsie wasn't bothered if she missed a call from him. He still made sure to visit. Though the last time she had seen him had been a few weeks before the storm, and that wasn't a memory she was very fond of. He had left her to fend for herself against her Mother. A woman who after getting married for the second time, found the confidence to be controlling of her only daughters life. Well, even more controlling. Buying clothes for her along with a tonne of make up, picking a subject for her. If it wasn't for the safe haven of her Gran, Elsie surely would have run away long ago.

But with age, Elsie's courage finally came along. Elsie had begun to love the feeling of saying no to her mother. (Unless she was being asked to babysit the twins, then she never could say no. She loved them too much to refuse.) In rebellion, she had dyed her hair a vivid red, (admittedly it wasn't a drastic change from her natural strawberry blonde, but it had angered her Mother to no end.) Got a lip piercing and only wore the minimal amount of make up she was comfortable in.

"She had this crazy dream that if I could speak French, I would want to move to Paris, fall in love, have kids and just have this ridiculous romantic adventure that she had wanted to have when she was my age."

"And you don't want that?" Simon asked as they entered the lift once more, this time Elsie opening the door.

"Fuck no." She snorted. "If you really have to ask that question, you don't know me at all." But the smile Simon sent her let her know he hadn't been serious. "If I go anywhere in the world, it will not be Paris." She took a moment to think of all the places she did want to go; America, Africa, Russia. The world was basically her oyster. It didn't matter where she went, just as long as she didn't stay in Wertham all her life. And it wasn't Paris.

"I thought you said we were goin' back to yer flat?" Rudy asked as the lift descended steadily.

"We are." Simon answered. From her spot next to Kelly, she watched as Rudy looked down at her from the other side of the lift and shrugged his shoulders. His face a picture of befuddlement that caused her to smirk and look down at the floor. It appeared he had many facial expressions and wasn't afraid to use them.

As the lift landed, Curtis moved to open the door, making it seem effortless. Even before he had moved an inch, Rudy seemed to be impressed.

"Ahhhhhh, hey!" Elsie simply ignored him and followed Curtis and Kelly to sit on the edge of the bed. "Whoa, this is cool. Lovin' that lift. Look at this lift!" By now, all the lights had flickered on with Simon's arrival, though sometimes Elsie wondered if it was herself that unconsciously turned them on. As she made herself at home, she looked up in time to see Rudy reach his arms up and touch the ceiling. Something she had always wanted to do from the moment she set foot in the place but had never been able to accomplish due to her height. Or lack of it. He laughed as he ran his fingers along the panels that hid the light bulbs from sight. "Brilliant." He made his way to the three on the bed, hands firmly planted on hips as Elsie slipped her converse off to cross her legs. "See all this whole...this whole turnin' into a girl thing, is that born out of some sexual confusion or summat?" He addressed Curtis.

"There ain't no sexual confusion." Curtis remarked. Rudy scratched his head and moved along, though still spoke to him.

"If you say so."

"They all got their powers before me! That was all they had left." His tone had turned defensive not to mention a little annoyed.

"He's a bit touchy, ain't he?" Rudy asked Elsie, gesturing to Curtis with his head.. But she didn't answer, merely watched him as he continued to edge away from them and made his way over to the metal cupboards and began to rifle through things. "So this girl he turns into..." Simon gently snatched the book Rudy had picked up and placed it back on the shelf where it belonged. "Would ya? Ya know. Would you, er... Would you fuck her?" He picked up one of the decorations and vigorously shook it. Only for Simon to quickly take it from his hands.

"We've never seen her."

"Oh." The next piece of equipment he took a shine too had looked old when Elsie had first laid eyes on it. She hadn't dared touch it in case she had broken it. It was only a matter of time until someone did in fact break it. She just hadn't realised someone, other than Nathan, had to go around fiddling with everything they laid eyes on. It appeared he had only attempted to turn a dial and the thing had come off in his hand. "Oh." She heard him mutter and noticed how Simon's shoulders had stiffened. "I've always wanted me own vagina." Elsie's face quickly tuned from curious to slightly disgusted at his words. "Not to keep, cos I've 'eard they require a lot of maintenance. You know, upkeep, like cleaning, polishing, things like that." Now Elsie slowly turned her head to look at Kelly who was watching the new guy with pretty much the same expression as she wore.

She turned back just in time to see him reaching forward tentatively. She wondered what it was that had caught his attention. If it was apparently enough to shut him up, it had to be interesting. But if she remembered correctly, the only thing that could be there was the photo of Simon and Alisha when they were in Vegas together, now proudly on display for anyone who visited to see. She leaned closer to Kelly to find that it was in fact the photo that held his captivation, and that the girl in the picture was walking round the corner, short and silky looking dressing gown covering most of her, hair wrapped neatly in a towel.

"Oh, it's...it's you." If she hadn't been listening closely, she would not have heard the words that Rudy whispered. Alisha stood staring at him for a moment, becoming more uncomfortable with every second that passed.

"Do you two know each other?" Simon asked the question that everybody was thinking.

"Er...We went to the same college." But her answer sounded as if she wasn't sure of what she was saying. She sounded a little nervous. Something that Alisha had never been. Or at least something she had never been around Elsie.

Rudy began to fidget with his jumpsuit, as if suddenly uncomfortable in the material. "Um...this has been brilliant...ain't it?" He was no longer just fidgeting however. Now, he was clutching his stomach in what looked like pain. "Ah, I really have to go, I've got things...got to do stuff and that." He walked awkwardly towards the lift.

"You alright, mate?" But he didn't spare Kelly an answer and began instead to open the door to the lift. Or attempted to at least.

"Come on, you..." The three on the bed stood and slowly made their way closer.

"Are you ok?" Elsie tried.

"How does this fuckin' lift work?" The door continued to rattle as he tried to open it. His enthusiasm for his surroundings had apparently vanished in his haste to leave. "Who has a lift in their flat, man? And one without music?" The smirk Elsie shot Curtis didn't last very long as Rudy continued to mess with the door. "Come on! Piece of shit! Fuck!" He glanced over his shoulder and met Elsie's confused stare. "Pretty barmaid, how the fuck does this lift work?" She quickly moved over to him and slapped his hands away when she was standing next to him. With no effort at all, Elsie managed to open the door for him. A satisfied smile over took him as he entered the lift. "Thank you very much. Nice one." He once again, clutched his stomach and groaned as he pushed the door shut, hiding him from the view of everyone. She took a few steps backwards, gaze still firmly set on the yellow gateway. She listened to him groaning and could only hope he was alright.

"Why's he here?" Alisha's question caught her off guard. It wasn't as if she was in any danger from this Rudy. He seemed like a nice kind of guy. "What's going on?" Her voice got louder with every word. Apparently she was rather annoyed. Again, she had no reason to be.

"We were bruncin'" Kelly started and Elsie smiled from her spot, though her gaze was still on the door. "And then it just kicked off."

"Maybe someone should go after him? Make sure he's ok?" Finally, Elsie turned her head to look at the others. But they were all staring at her as if she had grown another head.

"He's a grown man, he can look after himself!" Alisha snapped at her, unfolding her arms and letting her voice become even louder.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Elsie never had been able to stand the often short fuse that Alisha had. "He didn't do anything to you, but yet you're getting all annoyed with the fact that he was here?" Her brow creased in thought. "Sometimes, I don't understand you." Alisha had never been the very welcoming sort, but this was just ridiculous. "I can understand why a complete stranger being here would bother you," Elsie couldn't stand to call it Alisha's flat when Future Simon had been there first. Now her voice was rising, and no matter how hard she would try, she knew it wouldn't lower. "But we know him- sort of. And apparently you do too."

She had no idea why she was standing up for this guy. This Rudy. She hadn't even known him twelve hours. But in that time, he hadn't said anything horrible to her. Hadn't been rude to her. Hadn't sent her scathing looks. Elsie could count on both hands the number of times Alisha had done all that to her within the first hour of Community Service.

"You know nothing!" Alisha shouted at her.

"You're right. I don't. I don't know your history with him. He could be your stalker for all I know! But I don't want to know. I don't care! You need to sort your attitude out!" The lights were beginning to flicker again as her temper rose.

"Get the fuck out of my flat!" Alisha spat, pointing at the lift that no longer contained a groaning Rudy. Without even hesitating, Elsie moved back to pick up her shoes, Curtis, Kelly and Simon watching her with concerned stares.

She snatched her converse from the floor and moved so she was standing in front of Alisha. It was a testament to how much she had shocked Simon, he didn't even flinch when Elsie got right up in his girlfriends face.

"This isn't your flat." Her voice was devoid of emotion as she spoke. She was certain Alisha would know what she meant by her words and judging by the way the beautiful girls eyes briefly flicked to Simon, she understood it loud and clear. With that, Elsie spun on her heel and walked to the lift, easily opening the gate just as she had done moments before.

It was only when the lift was steadily rising that she slumped against the wall. She hadn't meant to snap at her friend. But it wasn't like she could go back in time and change things. It was anyone's guess where that power was.

As she reached the outside world, she slipped her shoes back on, tucked her hands into the back pockets of her jeans and turned in the direction of home.

"Elsie!" The voice was followed by pounding footsteps that were quickly getting closer. She looked round when she was walking in-between Kelly and Curtis. "You alright?" Curtis asked her.

"I'm fine." She flashed him a smile to show she was telling the truth.

"You shouldn't of said those fings." Kelly informed her gently, causing Elsie to stop dead on the pavement.

"I know. I didn't meant to say them." She sighed. "They just sort of slipped out." The three stood in silence for a moment, not really knowing what to say. "Do you think she'll forgive me?" Curtis flashed her that half smile of his.

"Eventually."

"Probably wouldn't go round there for a while if I were you." Kelly said with a shrug causing Elsie to chuckle.

"Where are you guys off to?" She questioned to change the subject as three began to walk in a line again.

"I'm goin' to see Seth. Talk about this fockin' power."

"Oooh, Seth is it now?" She teased as she nudged her friend with her elbow. There was no way Kelly could deny she fancied the power guy. Elsie could tell just by the way she looked at him. It wasn't as if she could blame her though. Seth was rather tasty looking.

"Shut op." But there was a hint of a smile as Kelly spoke.

"What about you?" Elsie looked up at Curtis.

"Just wanted to make sure you were ok." He admitted.

"Aww. My hero." Kelly laughed at her sarcastic comment. "But there was no need. Really, I'm fine." The three stopped again.

"If you're sure?"

"Really. I'm sure. Look, just go do whatever it is you want to do, I'll be fine."

"I'll see you later?" Curtis asked, already walking backwards.

"Like you could ever get rid of me!" She called to him, making his smile only grew as he turned round to walk forwards.

"Yer sure yer ok?" Elsie beamed at her friend. Kelly would never cease to amaze her with her caring side that only certain people got to see.

"Yes. Now go. Talk to Seth." She remained for a moment and watched as Kelly began to walk away, glancing back every now and then, and wondered; if it hadn't been for the storm and their powers, would they have become friends? And if they had, would they still be as close as they were now? The only way to tell, would be to go back in time and change things. But changing history wasn't exactly the wisest choice. No. Elsie decided as she began to walk in the direction of home, that she liked things as they were. Even if that did mean she caused a light bulb to explode every now and then.

It was only when she made it a few streets away that she realised something. They had told Rudy of their powers. But Rudy hadn't told them about his.

She was almost home. Looking forward to the pint she had stored in the fridge alongside the curly wurly she had been saving for a few days. But something caught her attention. Not far off in the distance were two guys in orange jumpsuits. It appeared as if they were arguing but she wasn't close enough to hear them. It wasn't until one of them stopped to wave a hand in the face of the other that she realised it was Rudy. But she didn't remember seeing another guy on Community Service earlier. Admittedly, she had been at the bottom of the stairs. A fair way away from them. For all she knew, there could have been another bloke up there. But something didn't feel right. The two men ahead of her, were the same height, and from her vantage point, looked very similar. The only difference she could spot was that the one she couldn't see very well looked tense and a little nervous, shoulders hunched and head down as they continued forwards.

It wasn't an active decision she made. She just found herself following them from a distance. She didn't even have to bother being careful, they were both so invested in their conversation that they didn't seem to take in their surroundings.

She followed as the pair entered a flat, slamming the door behind them. The argument had stopped, but she had seen the annoyed look on Rudy's face. She decided to leave it a few minutes before going to knock, give him a moment to cool down.

She took in her location. Blocks of flats, tall, dull and boring, that seemed the popular choice in Wertham were all around her. She wasn't very far from home. A ten minute walk if she was correct. She slipped her phone from her pocket deciding to send a text. Her fingers making quick work as she sent a message to her Aunt Rita as she slowly inched her way forwards.

She came to a stop outside the door. She could hear no arguing, no shouting, no nothing. She wondered if this was a great idea to start with. Maybe she should just head home. She was never exactly the best at breaking up an argument and she didn't particularly fancy becoming involved in one. But it was too late, she found herself knocking on the door anyway.

When no one answered, she looked around. Perhaps she had got the wrong flat. Maybe even the wrong person. But it was more likely that he just didn't want to answer. Nervously, she drummed her fingers against her legs and knocked a second time.

Still no one was answering. She got the feeling no one would answer. She turned to leave, balling her hands up into fists with the ends of the sleeves of the hoodie when she heard a door open. Glancing over her shoulder, she spotted him. Head only just peeking out from behind the door as he scanned the very little of the walkway he could see.

She doubled back until she was in his line of sight, giving him a timid smile. "Hi."

"Oh. It's the pretty barmaid." He shouted the last two words over his shoulder, attempting to make it seem casual by smiling a fake grin at her. Elsie could see why this was a mistake. Maybe the reason why the guy was so friendly was because he wasn't all there in the head? "How you doin'...pretty barmaid?" He straightened up, allowing the door to reveal his whole body.

"I'm...I'm fine. Thanks. Look, before you get the wrong idea, I didn't follow you here, I spotted you a few roads back. I just wanted to make sure you were ok? You left pretty quickly." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Me? You wanted to make sure I was alright? How sweet of yer. I'm more than fine sweet cheeks." But he didn't seem more than fine. In fact he seemed a little upset.

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. Ow! Fuck! Will you pack that in!" He shouted over his shoulder. It was as if someone was trying to push him out of the way. "For fuck's sake." His face was turning red with the effort of keeping them back.

"Do you want me to go?"

"I think that would be best." His voice was turning strained. The door was shaking, like something from the other side was trying to open it. Great. She thought. I have bothered a mad man, and he knows where I work.

"I'll see you around then." She muttered and began to walk away again. Quickly.

A loud bag sounded behind her, quickly followed by a shout "No! No, don't...don't go!" Rudy called to her. Was the guy always this hot and cold? Angrily, she spun again, every intention of marching back to the front door and screaming in his face about her argument with Alisha when she stopped abruptly.

Before her, were two Rudy's, wearing exactly the same clothes. The same could not be said about their expressions; While the Rudy on the landing looked a little hopeful that she was coming back, the other Rudy stood muttering to himself in the doorway. He didn't just look angry, he looked furious.

"So, what's goin' on?" The head that belonged to the Rudy in the doorway snapped up so quickly she was surprised he didn't get whiplash.

"'e's me brother...twin...twin brother."

"Don't lie to 'er."

"No. Don't lie to her." Elsie insisted, her crossed arms getting tighter with impatience. "What's going on?" She took a couple of steps closer.

"Maybe you should step inside." Rudy sighed, his shoulders sagging and voice sounding utterly deflated, pushed the door open and gestured for her to enter. With one last glance at the Rudy on the landing, she entered. The thought of wether she should be worrying about her safety crossed her mind. But she had been taught how to punch effectively by her Gran. If she was in danger, she would get out. Even if there was two of them.

She leant against the wall in the tiny hallway and waited for him to start talking. "Well?" She snapped when neither of them said anything.

"You know earlier when I said about all the power bullshit?" One of them started slowly.

"Yeah?"

"'e's me power." She looked between them. One was leaning against the other side of the wall, hands clasped in front of him, shoulders hunched, watching her with a keen eye. The other looked as if he couldn't wait to change the subject.

"That...that doesn't really help." She shook her head. God, she wanted that ice cold pint.

"When I got hit by the storm, 'e were created." But it appeared he was going to say no more on the matter.

"So, you're basically his doppelganger?"

"A more kind and caring doppelganger. Yer."

"Right." Elsie slowly nodded to herself. " So the reason you left so quickly was because...?"

"He wanted to pop out. I can't always control 'im."

"Like how not everyone can control their emotions?"

"Pretty much." The other Rudy held his hand out to her. "I'm...I'm Rudy." She took his hand and shook it. Surprised at how gentle his hold was.

"This is gonna get really confusin'" The original Rudy snapped his head round to look at her again.

"You mean...you mean, you're not freaked out by this?" He indicated with a pointed finger between himself and, well, himself.

She rolled her eyes before answering. "I can control electricity with my thoughts and apparently sometimes my emotions, Curtis can now turn into a girl when he needs to, Kelly's a fuckin' Rocket Scientist. There are a whole load of people out there with powers, why should I get freaked out by this?" She turned her voice to a whisper as she leant forward. "Apparently, there's a guy out there that can control milk. But that's a story for another day."

"Brilliant." The second Rudy smiled at her. But it quickly vanished as he started to undo the buttons on his shirt. "He told me about you cleaning his 'ead last night, can you take a look at me shoulder? I'm worried its infected."

"Oh, for fuck's sake man. She's only been here two minutes and you're already askin' her to clean you up."

"What's wrong with your shoulder?" But the answer became obvious as the other Rudy lowered his injured shoulder and pulled a slightly bloodied plaster away. "How the fuck did you manage that?" She tenderly lay a finger on it to see if it would hurt. When he gave no indication of pain, she took hold of his hand. "Where's the bathroom?" The original Rudy sighed.

"Follow me."

"Seriously though, how did you manage this?"

"Someone... and I will not name names," But he gave a pointed look at the Rudy she was pulling along behind her, "decided to start a fight with some scissors." He opened the door for her, and put the lid down on the loo so he could sit and watch as she rifled through the cupboard.

"Scissors?" She sat the other Rudy down on the edge of the tub.

"That was you!"

"Was not."

"Okay. I don't care who started it." She bought down what very little was in the cupboard. "Scissors. Really?" There was next to nothing she could use to clean a wound. "Do you not have a first aid kit?"

"Why would I need a first aid kit?" Without warning, she undid the top few buttons on his shirt.

"If you wanted to get frisky love, all you 'ad to do was say." She swatted his hands away as they landed on her waist, revealing his shoulder as she did so. Her assumption was correct.

"Apparently you." She looked pointedly at the similar wound he was sporting on his shoulder.

"For fuck's sake." She sighed to herself as she wet some cotton wool with warm water. "Why were you fighting with scissors?" She began to dab the dried blood around the wound of the second Rudy.

"I forget the details." Original Rudy stated with a wave of his hand. "And why does 'e get to go first?"

"Because he's the one that asked."

"But I'm the original. I should be first." He whined.

"Does he always whine like this?" Elsie asked the second Rudy.

"Only when there's someone pretty involved." Was the mumbled response she received. A silence fell that Elsie was more than comfortable with. She could tell that something was wrong. Something that was troubling both Rudy's. But she didn't ask. If he wanted to talk about it, he would. Or perhaps he wouldn't. It wasn't as if she knew him well enough to know.

She continued her work in silence, gently dabbing the wound until it looked clean enough, the Rudy she was working on staring at the floor. Occasionally glancing up at her face, looking like a lost child. "It doesn't look infected. I think you'll be ok." The top shelf of the cupboard was out of view for her, causing her to stand on her tiptoes. Thankfully the thing she needed most was there. But the plasters were all the way at the back. "Can one of you grab those for me please?"

Original Rudy stood from his seat, his arm hardly straightened as he took the box from the shelf and handed it to her. "You're rather short aren't yer?"

"Well spotted." Her dry reply went un-noticed as she continued her work. "Maybe you're just too tall." Gently, she stuck the plaster down, completely covering the now clean wound. "So tell me." She turned round to face the other Rudy, a fresh ball of cotton wool in her hand ready to run under the tap.

"Tell you what?" Rudy one questioned as he sat back down again, pulling the shoulder of his checkered shirt down to allow Elsie to clean his wound.

She shrugged as she set to work again. "Everything. About this?" She pointed her finger behind her at the Rudy that now appeared to be wallowing. Though in what Elsie wasn't sure.

"What's there to tell?" She sighed deeply.

"Fine. Let the awkward silence fill the bathroom." It lasted only a few seconds though. With a roll of his eyes, the original Rudy began to tell her his story of when the storm had hit. Even going into detail about how he had got his Community Service.

Even after Elsie had finished his shoulder, applied a fresh plaster and sat down beside the other Rudy, she listened intently. Never taking her eyes from him, the question of where she had seen him before still echoed in her mind.

"...and then I got bottled." He finished with a chuckle that sounded fake. He looked away from her now, down at his shoulder to see her handy work. "Thanks for that." He mumbled and began to button up his shirt again. "You remember that girl waiting for me at table last night?" She nodded once. "I fucked her up the arse!" He looked even more proud of himself than he had done earlier when he had correctly remembered her name,

"Eurgh." Her suddenly lost her interest in the conversation. "I didn't really need to know that." He bowed his head and straightened his shirt. "Will you show me how it works? Your power?" Of all the questions she had floating in her head, she had to go for that one. But she desperately wanted the image he had just implanted into her brain out of there as quickly as possible.

"Can't I stay a bit longer?" The second Rudy sounded depressed at the thought. The Rudy sat on the loo stood and pointed to his chest.

"Come on. She asked nicely. Get in 'ere." The Rudy beside her stood and looked down at her.

"It was nice meeting yer." She smiled to him and watched, as he turned to Rudy one and vanished inside him. There was a pause as Elsie's eyes grew bigger, where all she could do was stare at the guy before her as he looked at everywhere but her.

"Wow." She too stood, wiping non existent dust off her jeans. "No offence, it was great meeting Rudy Two. But you couldn't have just done that before I cleaned you both up? Saved yourself the plasters?"

He laughed, a real laugh and finally looked down at her. His smile only faded slightly as he spoke. "You won't...won't tell anyone about this. About him...Will yer?"

"Not if you don't want me to." She shook her head. "I need to get going." She left the bathroom and headed back down the hallway to the front door.

"You don't 'ave to. You can stay for a bit. 'Ave a beer if you like?" He waggled his eyebrows at her suggestively. She chuckled, raised an eyebrow and shook her head as she opened the front door.

"As much as I like the sound of that pint." His grin turned victorious. "I have work." She stepped out in to the fresh air. Or about as fresh as Wertham could get. "Another time? Preferably a time that won't end in us shagging though."

"I don't know where you get such ideas from sweet cheeks." He sounded outraged as he placed his hand on his heart and leant against the door.

"Whatever." She laughed and began to walk away. "I'll see you around."

"You can count on that pretty barmaid!" He called to her.