A little death
Without mourning
No call
And no warning
Baby, a dangerous idea
That almost makes sense

"What are you doing here, how did you get my address?!", David shouted as Harry stood in the doorway, swaying slightly as the brandy and whisky he consumed earlier began taking its toll."I wanted to come see you David because I felt bad about how I was when you came round." His voice was slurred but David understood what he said. "You didn't answer my question, how did you get my bloody address?!" David thundered, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck, "A tall ginger man said that you lived here." Harry said quickly and David knew who that certain who that certain tall ginger man was. "Who's that David?" Carol called from the kitchen as she got up from the kitchen table and walked into the hallway, "Who's this?" She asked, seeing the scruffy old man standing in the doorway, David sighed heavily, "This is Harry, he's my uncle and he's going!", He added aggressively but Carol rushed over and grabbed his arm, "Just listen to what he's gotta say!" She said in a pleading tone as she saw she saw how vulnerable the man was. David let go of him then and led him into the living room while Carol went into the kitchen, putting the kettle on. "I'd offer you a drink but judging by the smell of you, I've think you've had enough." David said, wrinkling his nose, Harry nodded as if he understood then he slowly sat down on the sofa, looking around and admiring how tidy and neat the house looked. "Was that your fiancee? She's a good looking woman, your a very lucky man." He said cheerfully, trying to see the lighter side to the situation but David saw right through him. "Look, what do you want, Harry?" David asked impatiently and Harry responded quickly, "I wanted to give you the answers that you deserve." David cut him off, "I've found out what I wanted to find out and you were right, I didn't like what I found. My dad couldn't face responsibility, my brother isn't even a beale and my dad was murdered by a family of nutters! Are you satisfied?!" David bellowed and Carol came in, carrying a tea tray, "Calm down David and just listen to what he has to say." Carol said firmly, David took deep breaths, "Well, once you give me the answers, drink your tea and sod off out of my life once and for all!", David hissed and Harry nodded, again taking the cup of tea from the tray and sipping it, his hands were shaking. "I wanted to tell you that your dad thought the world of you, Simon and Ian.", He said sadly and David scoffed, "Is that it? Is that all you've come to tell me?", Harry shook his head and became frustrated, "No, what I meant was, he was always on about you and your brother saying how he should have been around for you like he was with Ian, he once told me you and Simon were the only good things that come out of marrying Pat and he only wished he could have been there for you!" Harry snapped, his eyes were blazing and David thought that he was going to hit him but Harry stopped, his eyes filling with tears, "Your dad was a brilliant man, he loved all three of you even though Simon wasn't his son, he still loved him like he was his own and I only wish he was here today." He sniffed loudly and wiped his eyes on the back of his sleeve. Then, opening his coat he pulled out an envelope, "Before he died, he wrote me a letter because by then we didn't have a lot of contact with each other. You can read it if you want to but I'll understand if you don't want to." Harry said, his voice full of emotion. Then he got up, "Well that's all the information I've got, I'll see myself out, take care of yourself, both of you." And he left the house.

When everyone apart from Carol had gone to bed, David pulled out the letter from the envelope, Carol took his hand in her own. The letter read:

Dear Harry,

If your reading this, I will already be dead. Sorry I haven't been in touch but a lot has happened. I met this woman, Rose Chapman she's called. Mates with our Pauline at school. Never thought I'd fall in love again after what happened with Kathy but I have. The thing is she was already married, her old man is behind bars and her family has been giving us nothing but grief. He's dead now and everyone back in Walford wants us back. But I've got a feeling that we won't be back alive.

This last few years have got me thinking about the past. I've been thinking about being married to Pat and the two boys I've left behind. The only good things that come out of that marriage and yet I abandoned them. They probably thought I didn't love them anymore but I loved them as I love my Ian. I was only a kid myself when I became a father but that's no excuse, I should have been there for them. I also now know that Simon isn't my son and isn't even a beale but that doesn't matter, I still love him like he's my own and that will never change and I hope David is alright wherever he is.

The reason I'm writing this letter is because I think my time is coming up. I know that Roses family is still out there, still baying for our blood and I have a feeling I won't live to see my unborn twin grandchildren when they come into the world and my heart is breaking now just thinking about my family. I want you to promise me that if I'm proven right and something happens to me then you will help look after the family. Our sisters, Kenny, Arthur, Paulines kids, Vicki, my son's and my grandchildren.

I hope you have a nice life Harry and I hope you enter your twlight years gracefully and happily.

Take Care of yourself,

Love Pete.

David couldn't see the letter anymore because tears were splashing onto the paper and Carol took him in her arms, cradling him as if he were a baby. "I'm sorry Dad, I'm sorry." David sobbed as he buried his face into Carols chest, taking her perfume and feeling safe as he always did when he was with her. She took his hand and led him upstairs while David kept a hold on the letter as if determined never to let him go, feeling guilty about the way he treated Harry.