"I know it's a bit small and stuff but it's all we've got..." Rosie explained waving a hand around the small guest hut. "Obviously I'd usually, you know..."

"Rosie." Max laughed stopping her, "It's fine. Let's just take this slow. There's more important things you need to deal with." He smiled, taking her hand gently as he saw the doubt flashing across her face, "Go to your Dad. Help him out."

"I'll come round tomorrow." Rosie promised, "If only to check you haven't been eaten."

"I'll leave that to you." He smirked, "See you later."

"Bye." Rosie whispered before backing away and walking away swiftly. She exhaled heavily as she sat in the Jeep. She and Max were going to see how things went between them. Her Dad had nearly been readmitted to hospital with shock when Rosie had announced Max was back. He hadn't expected it, no one had and so Rosie had tried to shelter him a little. She knew he'd be subject of twenty questions if she didn't and the focus needed to be on her Dad, Robert and Alice.

(x)

Three hours after arriving home and Danny felt at a lost. He didn't know what to do with himself as he led in the large double bed that he'd slept in for so many years. It didn't feel safe anymore, it felt empty, like it was swallowing him up despite the fact he was spread right out across it. His hand was splayed across her pillow, his face on the edge, just enough to inhale the aroma of his wife. Her perfume was faintly notable as was her strawberry scented shampoo. He swallowed. What he'd give to have her safe, beside him. What he'd give for her to be safe and free from harm.

"If only I'd gone to London..." He whispered to a photo of her that he had placed on the side, "If only I'd come to you."

"But you didn't."

Danny sat upright. He hadn't even heard the door once. He swallowed, his face full of guilt as he looked at Charlotte. Her green eyes were tearing through him with anger. She'd been to see her Mum a few times but she'd still not forgiven Danny. Danny could see Alice in Charlotte right now and he wondered (as he did when Alice wore that expression) how and if he'd ever win her back round.

"Why does it take her almost dying for you to realise how amazing she is and how much you love her?" Charlotte challenged, walking forward, "You don't deserve her."

"I know." Danny told her, "And I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" Charlotte growled, "Sorry?! You're always sorry! But it doesn't take away the fact she's now fighting for her life! You're selfish!"

"Yes! I know! But what more can I do?" Danny asked her, "I wish I could change this but I can't... I can try and make it better though."

"You were going to make it better before, then you saw an elephant." Charlotte spat.

"This isn't about your Mum is it?" Danny asked, "It's about you... what's that in your hand?"

Charlotte glared at him and threw the rolled up piece of paper at him. Danny frowned slightly as he took hold of it, unrolling it slowly. His eyes widened as he gazed at the beautiful picture in front of him. It was exquisite, something he'd pay for, yet this was all Charlotte's own work. He ran his fingers over it gently, it was beautiful.

"Charlotte, this is amazing."

"It would have been yours." Charlotte told him, "But it isn't and..." She began, snatching the picture back, "It never will be!" She growled as she ripped it in half, then half again and then half again and letting the pieces fall to the floor. She was breathing heavily as she watched the flutter of paper.

"Did that make you feel any better?" Danny asked, ignoring the mess on the floor and looking Charlotte straight in the eye.

"Yes." She spat looking away.

"I don't believe you." Danny pestered, moving so he was sitting on the edge of the bed, "Look me in the eye."

Charlotte turned and tried to glare angrily at him, but as she opened her mouth she realised no matter what she did she couldn't force the words out, instead she shook her head, her lower lip trembling.

"Come here." Danny said softly, standing up gingerly as pain consumed him. Charlotte didn't hesitate and in moments she was wrapped in his arms, crying into his chest as he held her close. He closed his eyes as guilt consumed him. This was all his fault. In all his thoughts and musings he'd never considered how his not going to England would effect Charlotte. Robert was too young and Alice would either get over it or demand he came to the UK. He'd never thought Charlotte would be effected, yet now, now he could see how wrong he had been.

"I'm so sorry Charlotte." Danny whispered as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

"Mum needed you, Robert needed you, I needed you..." Charlotte cried, "I spent all my money on that picture but that's not the issue! I thought so much about you coming, I knew you'd miss Leopards Den and Mum felt guilty too..." Danny swallowed, he hadn't known Alice had felt guilty. "It was a picture for you, so you'd never be far away from Leopards Den... then you chose it over her... I hated you for it. Mum found me looking at it not long before we went to Mara, I told her I only kept it to rip it, yet now I feel even worse."

"Charlotte, I can't take away what's happened. I only wish I could, but I can try and fix things and in the future it'll all be different. I promise, we won't ever be in this position again." Dany vowed, sitting both himself and Charlotte down. He took her hand as he continued on, "Now, why don't we put that picture back together?"

"Because it's ripped." Charlotte muttered, wiping her eyes with her sleeve.

"Wait there." Danny smiled, standing up and making his way to the wardrobe. Charlotte watched with interest as he reached behind it and pulled out a frame with some difficulty. His face contorted with pain as it freed but he continued and brought it over to the bed where she was sat. "Use this, your Mum bought it a while back and I found it when cleaning this place up." He smiled, unclipping the back and handing it to her.

"Danny?" Charlotte asked, "Will you help me?"

"Of course." Danny nodded with a huge grin as father and daughter set to work.