Zoe had not slept well at all. Not at all. Her mind had been spinning. Maggie Doyle. The woman they had met last night had been Maggie Doyle.

Maggie. Doyle.

What on earth was going to happen now?

It wasn't just Maggie that this would affect, but all of them. PJ obviously, but Tom, Nick, all of them. Every single one of them. And then there was Maggie, and the life she had here, and her sons, and even Luka, who so obviously adored Maggie and the boys.

But most of all, there was PJ.He'd never stopped loving Maggie, never stopped missing her, needing her. What was this going to do to him?

And who's to say that she would even come back? That they would be – that they would be whatever magic it was that made them 'them' again? Because, when she thought about it, Maggie and PJ had always been a part of each other, whether they were a couple or not. The spark had always been there, the fire that raged between them may well have been an ember, but it was still there. And when they did eventually get their heads out of – Zoe grinned to herself, when they eventually did get together, well, it would have taken an idiot not to realise it.

Zoe's smile widened as she realised what she had just thought. According to that train of thought, the entire Mt Thomas police station and community must have been idiots, seeing as no-one appeared to pick up on the fact that Maggie and PJ had been sneaking around behind their backs, ensconced in a relationship that was as strong as the one Zoe shared with Nick now.

The smile faded as reality set back in.

Maggie Doyle was alive – and the world as they knew it was about to turn upside down.

The shrill squeal of Zoe's phone pierced the silence, and she almost fell out of bed, scrambling amongst the covers to find it. "Zoe Shultz" she said, finally clicking it open.

"Who is it? Who's missing? There's someone not in these pictures, someone's missing, and I – it'll all make sense once I know. Zoe please – "

"Maggie, calm down. Stop for a minute and calm down" Zoe said, trying to get a word in edgewise.

"Sorry," came a tired voice from the other end of the line. "It's just that – well, I haven't slept much, I mean, this all – it makes sense, but it's just so – so out of the blue, or whatever the saying is. You tell me I'm this Maggie Doyle, and in some way I know I am – but in another way, I don't. It fits, all of it, but it doesn't seem real yet. There's still something missing, there's SOMEONE missing, and I can't – "

"Maggie, calm down. Listen, give us half an hour, and Tom and I will be over to see you" Zoe said, climbing out of bed and wrapped a fleecey top around her as she moved over to the door between her and Tom's rooms.

Tom answered her knock with as bleary and expression as Zoe was sure she wore. Holding up the phone, she gave a tired smile. "Our presence is requested."

"Good." Tom said. "We've got a lot to talk about, young Doyle and I" He stopped, smiling at the sight before him. Nick Schultz, it cannot be denied, was a tall man. A very tall man. And, as you would expect his clothes fit him. They did not, however, fit his wife. This fact was of little importance to Zoe, who would regularly steal his t-shirts, shirts – and in this case, fleecey tops.

"What?!" Zoe blustered, before allowing a smile to break through. "I miss him, ok? He's my hubby, and I miss him, and this keeps me warm like he does, and if you wrap the arms around you like this, it's like he's hugging me – and Tom? Tom, come back!" she laughed as Tom backed away, hands jammed over his ears.

"I'll never know what you see in that great lump of a man" he teased, sitting down on the bed, holding his robe tight around him as the cool morning air settled in.

"Want me to tell you?" Zoe teased.

"Gah!" Tom shuddered, standing up and grabbing his shower bag from his bag. "Shower! Er, I'm going to have a shower, then we can grab a coffee and get going. Now. Right now. Yes" He turned, Zoe's laughter making him smile. Before he shut the bathroom door, however, he turned back, just as Zoe was about to shut the dividing door. "Ah, Zoe?"

Zoe had almost shut the door when she heard him. "Mm?"

"You do know I'm only teasing, don't you. Nick's a lucky man to have you, and you're lucky to have him too. The sort of – of love that you two have, and that Maggie and PJ had, it doesn't come along that often. Hold onto it Zoe," Tom said softly, before shutting the bathroom door, and leaving Zoe standing behind him, a sad smile on her face.

Exactly half an hour later, there was a silence as they drove towards Maggie's house. This time it would just be the three of them, unless Maggie wanted Kay there for moral support. Zoe had told Tom about her early morning call from Maggie. She had also told him that she didn't have any pictures of PJ. Not a single one. It wasn't a conscious decision, or at least she hadn't thought it was. It had just happened that way. There wasn't one single picture either of PJ and Maggie together or of PJ at all.

"So we haven't got anything?" Tom asked.

"Nope. And she's not going to like it."

"But why not?" Tom grumbled.

"Why won't she like it?" Zoe said, trying to avoid thinking about it.

Tom glared at her, which Zoe ignored, understanding how worried he was. "No, I meant why haven't you got any photo's of PJ"

"I don't know, Tom. Really I don't. I COULD ask the same of you, but I won't. I suppose I just grabbed the photo's Nick and PJ were looking at the other night, and I suppose PJ has all of the photos of him and Maggie somewhere safe. And as for why there are none of him with the rest of you, well, like I said, I really don't know"

By now, they were pulling up in Maggie's driveway, where Maggie stood waving good bye to a car that was driving away. Tom watched her, before Maggie turned and gave them a hesitant smile.

"Morning." Glancing back to where the car was now out of sight, she sighed, before turning back to the people who held the key to her future – and her past. "Kay and Luka have taken the boys out for the day, so we have time to get whatever this is out into the open" She ran a tired hand over her face, before taking a hesitant step forward, the hesitancy fading as she made up her mind. Tom was surprised to find himself wrapped in a hug, and seconds later found himself responding, his arms wrapping around her tightly.

"So. I've got the coffee on, and I got Kay to bring some Vanilla Slices over from the bakery for us, so let's get going" she said moments later, leading a considerably happier Tom Croydon into the house.

"Who is it?" Maggie asked, once they were settled in. " I'm sorry, but I couldn't sleep last night, and I kept coming back to the photographs. There's me and your Nick," she said to Zoe, " Me and you, Boss, me and Dash, and Adam, and Wayne, me and all of you. And I remember some of them, sort of. I'm remembering places, things I've done, but there's still a hole. Still something missing, and it's beginning to really annoy me. What? What are you grinning at?"

Tom's grin only grew at Maggie's look of impatience. "You called me Boss."

"I what?" Maggie said.

"You called me Boss. Like you used to. Maggie, you called me Boss"

"I – " Maggie paused. "I did, didn't I?" surprise was written across her face as she realised what she had done.

"And you did it last night too, Maggie." Zoe said.

"I did?"

"You did, Doyle" Tom said with a smile, a smile that faded as he saw Maggie's attention fall on the photographs again. Swallowing tightly, Tom took a deep breath. This wasn't going to be easy.

"His name's PJ. PJ Hasham."