Jean awoke to find Paula sitting at the end of her bed, the room had become a lot darker than she could remember it being before, yet she couldn't actually remember falling asleep.

"How long have I been asleep?" Jean asked sleepily.

"Well I don't know how long you were asleep before I got home but that was nearly 6 hours ago."

"Oh God."

"Don't apologize, you obviously needed the sleep. I brought you up the brownies you asked for but you missed dinner. I saved you some if you're hungry, you just need to reheat it. The kids want to see their Aunty Jeanie too before they go to bed."

"Thank you, I'll see the kids tomorrow, I don't want them seeing me like this."

"And dinner?"

"Sorry Paul but I'm not hungry, the brownies will be fine."

"Okay but you have to start eating properly tomorrow. Have you spoken to anyone back in Oxford?"

"No, my phone wouldn't shut up so I put it on silent and I haven't checked it since."

"Okay, well I've got to go and put the kids to bed but feel free to come up to the house if you want. I have plenty of alcohol if that's what you need."

"Thanks but I'd rather just eat the brownies and sleep if you don't mind."

"Of course I don't mind but the offer is there. You know how to work the tv in here and you know where everything is so I'll leave you to it. Night J and don't you dare go over thinking things, I know what you're like."

"I won't, night."

Paula had gone, leaving Jean sat on the bed in this converted garage on her own. The darkness had now overtaken the room and the silence was providing her with way too much time to think. She reached over for the packet of brownies that her older sister had left her and took one out of the packet, her body was craving them and the energy they provided her with and the momentary distraction. Momentary wasn't enough, she turned the tv on in search of some mindless TV that she could get lost in for a bit only finding a comedy panel show. This only succeeded in reminding her why she didn't watch much telly, especially seeing as the filth coming out of the panelists mouth's passed for comedy now a days. She flicked onto another channel and saw a live stream of a music festival back in Oxford that James had spent weeks trying to persuade her to go with him to, promising that no one would see her. Fresh tears spilled down her face at the reminder of the man that she was in love with and had run away from. She stood up from her position on the bed and walked down to the main house where Paula and her husband were curled up watching TV.

"Jean?" Paula asked as she turned around to see tears streaming down her little sisters cheeks. "Baby, I think Jean and I need to have a chat." Paula turned back to her husband, Stewart, who looked extremely worried at the state that his sister in law was in.

"Jean can I get you anything?" Stew asked.

"A glass of water please." Jean whispered as she tried not to burst out sobbing.

Stewart returned with a glass of water for Jean and a glass of wine for his wife and then cleared off upstairs to give the two sisters a bit of time to talk. He had no idea what was going on and figured that he probably wouldn't for a while. That didn't matter though because all he wanted was for to Jean to be okay, he'd known her for years and yet he'd never seen her cry so that state she was in down the stairs was extremely worrying.