"Mark!" Don pounced on the boy as soon as he saw him walk up the driveway to the Flack household. Don was outside, washing his car, realising it was in desperate need of a clean.

"Mr Flack," Mark greeted his girlfriend's father as Don walked over to him on in the large driveway.

"I need a favour Mark," Don told the young boy and Mark began to panic slightly. Don needed a favour from him? Crazy times ensured indeed.

"From me?" Mark squeaked and Don nodded.

"Do you know that Hannah went to see her psychiatrist again?" Don asked and the look on Mark's face was enough to tell him that the kid had no idea whatsoever.

"No," Mark said. "She didn't say...why would she do that? I thought things were going well?"

"So did we," Don sighed. "She won't tell us anything which is going on at all...she said it doesn't matter...but...we both know that I does matter."

"Do you want me to talk to her?" Mark asked and Don simply just sighed and shrugged his shoulders.

"If you can get anything out of her then that would be good..." Don admitted. "If not...then...well...don't fall out with her other it. She's extremely tetchy," he warned and Mark nodded and gulped once.

"Got it," he said and began to walk into the house. He took the steps up to Hannah's room and sure enough he found her sat at her desk, her head bent over her work. Wrapping his arms around her midriff, he allowed his lips to find her neck.

"Hey," he whispered into her ear.

"Um," she managed to say. "How are you?"

"Fine..." Mark said. "And you?"

"I'm okay," she sighed loudly as Mark kissed her on the cheek.

"Hmm?" he checked.

"Yes..." Hannah said and then she spun around in her chair to face Mark and she raised a brow.

"You've been talking to my dad," she stated and Mark sat on her bed.

"He's worried Hannah," Mark said. "After everything which you've gone through...he's worried."

"I told him I was fine," Hannah complained. "Why can't he leave it?"

"Because he's your dad?" Mark replied as if it were obvious. "Have you not met him?"

"I don't want to talk about it with him Mark," Hannah told her boyfriend. "I don't want to talk about it with anyone."

"Not even me?"

"You're included in everyone," she said curtly.

"I'm not just someone Hannah," Mark assured her. "I'm your boyfriend...and I'm worried about you...okay?"

"There's no need," Hannah said. "I've sorted it out."

"What was there to sort out?" Mark asked.

"I felt guilty okay?" she snapped at him. "Can you leave it now?"

"About what?"

"I said leave it."

"You can't give me half a story and expect me to leave it."

"Fine!" she snapped, becoming annoyed with him. "Every time I look at Matthew...I feel guilty about our child...the one that's dead!"

"Hannah," Mark simply sighed her name after a moment of taking in what she had said.

"I can't tell him or Jess..." she said. "They're so happy...they don't need me...bringing them down..."

"Well they're worrying themselves Hannah," Mark said. "It's best to tell them instead of letting them wonder like you are doing."

"I don't want to," Hannah sulked.

...

"And here comes the train..." Jess said, holding some food on a spoon as she moved it towards Matthew's mouth as he sat in his high chair. But he didn't open his mouth. Jess sighed and looked down at the food;

"You're right...that just sounded completely...un cool" she agreed with his silence. "I won't say it again."

Matthew looked at his mother with wide blue eyes. God, it was like looking into Don and Hannah's eyes. It was odd.

"Don't worry," she promised him, "food does get better than this when you get older...there's chocolate...pasta...chips...ketchup..."

"But for now," Jess sighed, "you're stuck with this lumpy stuff."

"The tunnel to the train not opening up?" Don's sudden voice asked as he walked into the kitchen, his shirt sleeves rolled up as he washed his hands and looked at Jess who set the food down and sat on a bar stool.

"He has his father's stubbornness," she assured him and Don snorted.

"His mother isn't a pushover," he replied.

"Was it Mark I heard come in? He just ran upstairs," she informed Don who nodded.

"He doesn't know either," Don said and Jess simply just nodded in understanding as to what they were on about. But then they heard shouting. It was coming from upstairs as a door slammed.

"It is not your place to tell him!" Hannah yelled as Mark ran down the steps and she remained at the top step, looking down at him.

"Well he doesn't deserve to worry about you! Worrying about if you've gone back to how you were!" Mark yelled.

"And you're not the person to speak about it!"

"Well you're not going to!" he counteracted as Don stepped into the hallway and Jess leant against the doorframe as they couple looked from Hannah to Mark.

"She went to see the shrink because she still blames herself for the death of our baby!" Mark shouted out and looked at Hannah who went silent and shook her head.

"Get out Mark," Hannah told him, looking into his eyes. "Get out now!"

"I'm going!" he replied. "If you're going to keep bottling things up then you're going to go back to how you were Hannah...and no one wants that!"

"Well I don't want to depress people with things that they don't need to know...especially when they're happy..." Hannah said and Mark shook his head.

"Well if you can't talk to me about it Hannah then...what do we have?" Mark grabbed his jacket and placed it onto his body.

"I don't want to talk about it," she replied.

"See!" he pointed out.

"Oh bog off!" Hannah snapped and walked straight back into her room, leaving Don looking at Mark along with Jess.

"Well," Mark said. "There is your answer."