Harry stomped back to his office. "Bloody woman" he muttered, crossing the grid.
Dimitri and Alec both raised an eyebrow.
Beth stayed hidden in the kitchen, she'd seen the look Harry had given her as she'd closed the door downstairs.
Five minutes later Easter entered the Grid, she glanced at Harry's office but remained well clear of it. She looked around and then moved over to Ruth's desk. In her hand she held a piece of A4.
"You left this," she said, "I didn't know if you might want to keep it?"
Ruth took the proffered paper, "Thank you."
"Well, I best get off, before Sir Harry comes after me."
"Did it not go well?' Ruth smiled, imagining Harry had probably been quite difficult.
"Oh, not too bad, I believe" and she smiled as she turned away, "Bye, Ruth."
As the pod doors shut Harry emerged from his office. "Never again. Bloody lists and pieces of paper and psycho babble," he muttered moodily. "Where's Beth?"
"Gone out" said Dimitri.
"Making tea," said Alec.
They looked at each other as Harry turned for the kitchen.
Ruth smiled and absentmindedly unfolded her paper.
"Ever again and you'll back on a boat to South America" Harry was busy threatening Beth. He strode out of the kitchen and caught the look on Ruth's face. She was staring at him and unusually for her, she didn't look away.
"Everything okay, Ruth?"
She didn't move for a few moments and then nodded, still without taking her eyes from him.
"Good," he said, far from convinced but returned to his office vowing never to let that bloody psychologist in to mess with their heads again.
Ruth finally looked away from the retreating Harry and her gaze fell back to the paper in her hands.
Regrets – Ruth
Hopes – Ruth
Fears – No Ruth
It was Harry's handwriting. She'd know it anywhere.