Elvis sighs as he kicks a stone along the pavement on the way back to the fire station.

"Hey, stop that, Elvis." Sam admonishes gently, putting a hand on his friend's arm. "Is something wrong?"

"No, Sam."

Due to the situation with Dilys, Penny had offered to take her back to the fire station for a cup of tea and explain the situation before she took Dilys and Norman to hers. The only problem was that fitting four people into Jupiter was too much of a squeeze, so Elvis volunteered to brave the cold, harsh walk back to the station- and then Sam offered to join him!

"So, Sam, why did you choose my company over a cosy lift back to the station in Jupiter?" He asks casually.

"Well, I like your company, Elvis. Is that a problem?"

"No. I'm just not sure I'm in much of a mood for talking..."

"Well, everyone feels that way sometimes," Sympathises the older fireman. "Here, if you need to talk, I'll listen."

"Thanks, Sam."

"You're welcome, Elvis." And the conversation lapses into silence, with only the sounds of snow and frost crunching under their feet as they stroll along the pavement.

In truth, two things had been bothering Elvis lately. One- he felt that he wasn't making any real contribution to the team when out on their rescues- either Sam or Penny did the rescues mainly. He was feeling, in short; a burden.

The other problem was after being in love with Penny for some time, Elvis was shocked when he first began thinking of Sam in the same way he had thought of her initially. He would blush when Sam's hands touch his own; he always feels warm, dizzy and lightheaded when his mentor smiles- and that's all the time. He even dreamed of kissing Sam.

He, Elvis Cridlington, is in love with his best friend and mentor, Samuel Jones.

But he doesn't know if Sam feels that way about him too, and he is too scared to say anything, for fear of ruining their friendship. He is also uncertain of how others in Pontypandy would take the news of him being in love with a man- let alone the 'hero next door.'

Suddenly Elvis feels one foot jerk out from underneath him and he gasps as he suddenly falls forward.

"Elvis!"

Poor Elvis lands on a patch of pavement with next to no snow on it. Sam, concerned, carefully kneels beside his friend to try and help him up.

"Elvis, are you hurt?"

"My ankle...and my nose..." Elvis whimpers in response. Sam nods and cautiously makes his way over to his colleague's feet. Sure enough, the younger fireman's ankle is looking very, very bad. Sam sighs.

"I'm afraid you've broken your ankle, Elvis. Now let's look at that nose, eh?" He moves back round the front and helps Elvis sit up again.

Nasty bleeding grazes were right across his nose- they were almost like Rosa had attacked him. And it was also bleeding, due to him having landed on it with a large force.

"Oh my," Sam breathes with shock. He's stuck in the middle of town, with about another ten –fifteen walk to the fire station, with a badly injured Elvis. What was he going to do?

"I'm telling you, I won the best snowman contest!"

"No, I did!"

Fireman Sam is never more relieved to hear Norman Price and James Jones squabbling!

"Norman! James! Sarah!" He calls out, and is rewarded when three kids- one red haired boy, and two blonde haired twins- a boy and a girl- approach.

"Hello, Uncle Sam! Norman and James wouldn't stop arguing and"- She falters on seeing Elvis with a bleeding nose and a bad ankle.

"Right, I need two of you to find a phone and call for help." Sam tells them seriously. "Elvis slipped on some ice, and he's broken his ankle."

"I'll go, Uncle Sam!" James volunteers.

"I'll come!" Norman pipes up suddenly.

"Right, now you'd better go now, you two. And most importantly, be careful of black ice!" He adds. With that, he and Sarah use as much handkerchiefs and kind assurances they could spare until the ambulance arrived.

The two boys head off as quickly as their caution would allow, and within an hour from their phone call, an ambulance arrives to transport Elvis to Newtown Hospital.