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Andrea didn't remember leaving the hospital or anything that happened the rest of the previous night. The last thing she could recall were the machines being switched off and the doctor gently telling her to take all the time she needed, as if Bruce had been important to her. Well he'd been….a mentor? A boss? A friend? Or, as she'd last said, someone who would annoy the wrong person one day. She hadn't meant it. She really hadn't meant it. Something fluffy nudged her head and she opened her eyes, bewildered at Hugo lying directly on the pillow beside her, purring and butting her head with his. She stroked him and took in her surroundings, then sat up, bewildered. It looked familiar, but it wasn't the hotel. It was Smithy's spare room. There was a knock at the door and he himself poked his head around.

"Oh good, you're up," he said and came in, holding a mug of steaming tea.

"Thanks," she said as he handed it to her. "Why am I here?"

"Well, it was closer and you were in a bit of a state," he said, sitting on the bed. "I didn't think you'd want an audience of people. Or to be alone" He watched her take a mouthful of tea and said; "I didn't think you were that close. You and Bruce."

"We weren't," she said. "Not really. But…for a time, he was a good person. A good boss." She looked down at her mug. "I didn't mean it. When I said what I said. Well maybe I did. But not like this."

"I know," he said. "And you know I don't think that, don't you? I know you wouldn't have asked anyone to hurt him like that."

"What now?" she said. "Bruce can't tell you. You can't prove it was him."

"Not yet," he said. "But we will. Andrea. Stay with me. Please. I can't stand thinking he might do that to you."

She patted his hand. "I appreciate it, Smithy. I do. Really. But this is my mess, and Kirsty's. And I can't leave her on her own. No matter what she's done."

"Then you will call me if you need me?"

"I promise," she said and took a mouthful of her tea.

"Do you think he would have found you?" he asked. "If it wasn't for…"

"The newspaper? Probably. People like him have their ways. And it's not as if I changed my name or anything."

"Andrea, I know you think this is mostly about the money for him, but I don't. I think this is personal. Against you. The day I saw him pushing you around, I saw the look in his eyes. Kirsty said he was obsessed with you. I think he still is."

"Maybe," she said, and finished her tea. "All the more reason for me to be ready when he comes back."

"You're not going to go looking for him, are you? Promise me."

"Why would I go looking for someone that dangerous?"

"You might," he said wisely. "If you think it might…I don't know…redeem you. In some people's eyes."

"I don't think that," she said and got out of bed. "Thanks for looking after me. I should go."

"Andrea," he said, catching her arm. "Please, just let me say this…"

"Smithy…"

"Please. I feel something for you. I have done for months. And when everything….came out, I tried not to, but I couldn't help it. And when I saw him pushing you around, I knew I couldn't ignore it."

"And when he's caught? Put away? Disappears again? What if you remember what I did then?"

"Then we can work through things," he said. "If that's what you want too. I'm sorry. I know what you said last night, but I couldn't let things go on without saying anything."

"I think you know," she said softly. "That I feel something for you, too. But I can't think about this now. I'm sorry."

"That's enough for me," he said and he had a slight smile on his face when she turned back to him. "I don't care. What anyone thinks, or what anyone says. I waited too long once before and I've spent every day since regretting it."

"That's always what worried me."

"What?"

"Kerry. I know you regretted not telling her sooner. And I was always worried you were…I don't know. Projecting, I guess."

"So was I," he admitted. "At first. But I knew, when I found out you'd been hurt at Christmas. I knew what I felt was real. But you never gave any sign, and it didn't seem…fair somehow to you. And when I found out about you, I did tell myself for a while that I could forget you. But then I saw him put his hands on you…"

"And that's why he did it," Andrea said softly. "That's why he hurt you, Smithy, and I can't have it happen again."

"I can look after myself," he said.

"I know. But please, for my own peace of mind. I can't have him do that to you again."

He got up, still holding her hand and cupped her face.

"Nobody's here now. Nobody can see us."

The kiss was soft at first, then became more intense. Andrea pulled back, restraining hands on Smithy's chest.

"Stop, please."

"Why?"

"Because if we carry on, I'll want to go further."

"Why's that a bad thing? I don't care what people say."

"And maybe, ordinarily, neither would I, but please, Smithy, for me. I don't want to watch someone else die in front of me."

"You shouldn't have gone," he said softly. "It was too much for you, on top of everything else."

"I wouldn't have been able to live with myself," she said. "If I'd let someone die alone."

Her phone rang from where it sat on the bedside table. She picked it up and answered it.

"Kirsty…" she said. "…oh, you're back."

"I said I would be," Kirsty said, offended. "Where are you? I've been knocking on your door for ages!"

"Sorry," she said. "I stayed with a friend last night. KC, its Bruce. They turned off the machines last night. He's dead."

"Oh," Kirsty said softly. "I'm so sorry."

"Yeah," Andrea said. "I'm on my way back to the hotel, I'll see you soon. Bye."

She hung up and raised her eyes to Smithy's. "I need to go."

"At least let me drop you off," he said, then added as she gave him a look. "It's just a lift. That's all. Give me the peace of mind to know you're there safely."

"Okay. Thank you."

Andrea knocked lightly at Kirsty's door and it was opened by her in seconds, wild eyed, but seemed to relax as she saw Andrea standing there, perfectly fine.

"I was so worried," she said, and stood back to let Andrea in. Andrea walked through, glancing around the room. It was identical to hers, except it was a mess, and Kirsty had barely been there one night.

"I know," said Kirsty. "I haven't changed."

"Is Olly okay?"

"He's fine," said Kirsty. "The beach, the funfair and the arcade games? He's in heaven."

"Oh. Good," Andrea said vaguely, looking out the window. Kirsty had the street view, unlike her garden view.

"Were you with him last night? Smithy?"

"Yes," Andrea said evenly. "Slept in his spare room."

"Do you love him?"

Andrea scoffed. "You really don't change, do you?"

"Sorry," Kirsty said. "I've still not grasped the art of putting my mind before my mouth. I don't suppose I ever will."

"Yeah, well, old habits," Andrea said and wrapped her arms around herself. "I don't know, to answer your question. He's a lovely man, a really lovely man. But we started…I don't even know if seeing each other is putting it right. We started spending time together when Kerry died. Our friend. He loved her and he waited too long to tell her. We turned to each other for comfort. I don't know if it's any healthy basis for a relationship. Anyway, I can't think about it now, KC. I just can't."

"Okay," Kirsty said. "I'm sorry for asking. And…about Bruce…"

"It was horrible, Kirsty," she said softly. "Even though they said he didn't feel anything, he…stopped breathing. Just like that. It was quick, it was quiet, but it was still horrible."

"I'm so sorry."

"He beat him, Kirst. With a piece of piping. How does someone do something so evil?"

"Kit is evil," Kirsty said.

"And you told me so, right?"

"No," said Kirsty. "I thought he was possessive and obsessive, that he was a drug taking lowlife with an explosive temper, but I never thought he'd be capable of that. At least, not until I saw him hurt you…"

She saw the tears stream down Andrea's face and bit her lip.

"I got a call," she said. From that DS, is it Sam? She wants me to go in for a formal statement. That was what she said anyway."

"Standard procedure," Andrea said. "Sam's good. She'll look after you. Get a cab to Sun Hill, won't you?"

"She said she'd send a car," Kirsty said. "That's why I came back so early. They should be here soon."

"Right."

"Do you maybe…want to grab a bite to eat beforehand?" Kirsty said tentatively. "She said around eleven so we've got…forty-ish minutes."

Andrea turned back to her, 'no' clearly in her mind and halfway to her mouth but stopped herself. There was a hopeful note in Kirsty's voice and something of a plea in her tone. As long as they stayed together, somewhere public, surely they'd be fine.

"Yeah," she said. "Why not?"

They went to a small French café in eyesight of the hotel and ordered omelettes and orange juice. Andrea was brought back to when they first started their travels, beginning in Europe. Paris had been their first stop, sipping lattes, climbing the Eiffel tower and a boat trip down the river.

"Remember the tower?" Kirsty said, and despite herself, Andrea's lips twitched.

"I don't know who was more scared, you or me."

"Well, I was the one who took one look over the edge and nearly threw up, so probably me. You always were the fearless one."

"Choose adventure before regret," Andrea said and look a sip of her juice.

"I forgot you used to say that."

"Not such a good mantra after all," she murmured,

"We still had some good times travelling," said Kirsty. "Remember California? And Sydney? I think my favourite was Canada."

"Then South America," Andrea said, staring at the table. "And Venezuela."

"Andrea," Kirsty began, then stopped when their food was brought over, smiling her thanks, then dropped her voice as she carried on. "Andrea, listen. I know we agreed to never talk about it again, but I think that's all gone out of the window now. Maybe you should talk to someone."

"I don't think so," Andrea said. "I just need him to be caught, arrested, then forget he ever existed."

"But you won't," said Kirsty. "Will you? He'll haunt you, just as he has for the past ten years. Him being caught, it's not going to make him go away."

"Since when were you the voice of reason?"

"Well like my parents said last night, its time I grew up."

From her tone, Kirsty sounded hurt, but resigned. Andrea raised her eyes to her, fiddling with her cutlery. Kirsty looked away.

"They gave me a right lecture, after the initial hugs, 'why didn't you tell us,' yak, yak, yak. 'Didn't you think this would come back to bite you one day, why didn't you go to the police?'"

"Well why didn't you? Andrea challenged. "Why did you lie, Kirsty, to me? Why did you let me think he was dead? Why did you tell me he was?"

"I thought he was," said Kirsty. "I really did. I hit him over the head and he fell from the waterfall, I mean, what is he, the reincarnation of Rasputin?"

"Don't," Andrea said, shuddering. "That gives him a fair few hits left yet."

They looked at each other and both laughed. Andrea picked up her knife and fork and made a start on her omelette. It was surprisingly tasty, after days of food tasting like mud in her mouth,

"Did you ever tell him?" Andrea said abruptly. "Marc?"

"No!" Kirsty said, horrified. "Never! We agreed to never talk about it again. I did keep my word sometimes."

"Probably just as well he isn't around," Andrea said. "One less person's head for Kit to cave in."

"Did he have any family? This Bruce?"

"Yes. A brother, Angus. Parents died while back."

"Sad," Kirsty murmured. "To have lost your entire immediate family."

"I expect so," Andrea said. "I always got the impression from Bruce that they didn't get on very well. That'll be the worst thing, I imagine. Not being able to repair that."

"Is he coming?"

"Yeah, to make the arrangements. For the funeral. He should be landing sometime tonight."

Andrea finished her food and pushed the plate away from her.

"It's not your fault, Andrea."

"Isn't it? You told me and you told me. I should have listened."

"Well what can we do about that now? You should have walked away and I should have gone to the police when I said I had. But here we are."

"But where is he?" Andrea said, then got up suddenly, waving.

Kirsty turned to look and saw Sam approaching with Gina. She finished the last mouthful of food and got up, wiping her mouth.

"Morning," she said.

"Kirsty," Sam said, "Andrea."

She gave Andrea a glance, a little less hostile than before. Andrea sighed internally. That was what she'd been afraid of when she told the rest of her story; pity.

"I'm ready if you are," said Kirsty. "We were just grabbing some brunch. See you later, Andrea."

"See you," she said, turning to flag down someone to pay.

"Actually, we need you to come too."

Andrea, having just got the waiter's attention, turned back to her, eyebrows knitted.

"What for?"

"We just want to go through your new information with you again. It won't take long." Sam glanced at Gina who shrugged in a 'just tell her' way. "And Angus would like to see you."

She stared at them, then turned her attention to the waiter, giving him a twenty pound note, muttering to keep the change. From the look of delight on his face, it was a generous one. She turned back to them both, her brunch threatening to make an unwelcome reappearance.

"I thought he wasn't flying in for hours."

"He managed to get an earlier flight, when Bruce's condition was confirmed to be untreatable. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to get here before…well, he flew in early this morning. He'd just like to thank you."

"I think that's the last thing he should be doing," Andrea muttered, but got up as well.

"He seems like a nice man," Gina said, and Andrea thought she heard an underlying implication; unlike his brother.

"So was Bruce," Andrea said, getting into the car. "At least he was."

She caught the look of disbelief Sam exchanged with Gina, but just put her seatbelt on. It had happened before when she was serving in the uniform, victims or their families wanted to meet the officer who helped, just to thank them, and maybe this wasn't so different, but it felt like it was, and if Angus had any sense, he'd see it her way too.

It still felt strange being this side of the interview table after so long of being on the other. Andrea pushed back her chair and got up, pacing the room. The Inspector had taken her full statement about the abortion, and she could tell she was trying to be as sensitive as she could about it, despite her feelings towards her. Smithy had told her in confidence once that the Inspector couldn't have children of her own, despite wanting them. It was people like her who made her feel even guiltier for doing what she did. The door opened again, and Gina Gold returned, followed by a man in a leather jacket.

"Andrea," she said. "This is Angus."

She wouldn't have known this man was Bruce's brother if she hadn't been told. They had the same dark eyes but other than that, they were like chalk and cheese. Angus was taller, tanner and leaner. Everything about him screamed 'successful,' or maybe she was just interpreting Bruce's perception as her own.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi," he said, and she noticed he'd not lost his Glaswegian twang. He glanced at the Inspector. "Can we have a minute?"

"Of course," she said. "I'll be down the corridor. Andrea?"

Andrea nodded her okay, and she backed out, closing the door behind her. She and Angus exchanged a look and went to speak at the same time.

"I'm sorry…" she began.

"It was good of you…"

They stopped and waited for the other to speak again, she gestured for him to go first and he leant against the wall, balancing on the balls of his feet.

"It was good of you," he said again. "To stay with my brother last night. So thank you."

"I wouldn't have been able to live with it," she said. "If I'd let someone die alone. Whoever they are."

"I gather he gave you a bit of a hard time," said Angus. "Beforehand. I'm sorry to hear it. My brother did have a habit of upsetting people."

"I don't know what you've been told," she said. "About the man who did it."

"This ex-boyfriend of yours?" Angus leant off the wall. "They've told me there's no proof of that yet. That there's plenty of people who were annoyed at Bruce."

"It was Kit. He as good as admitted it."

"That Inspector told me he attacked someone else. One of the other officers?"

"Yeah. He was lucky he wasn't killed." Andrea swallowed hard. "I'm so sorry."

"That's why I wanted to see you," Angus said. "I didn't want you to blame yourself. If they get the proof that this Kit did it…he chose to do it. He chose to pick up that pipe and he chose to cave my brother's head in. That's on him. Not you."

Smithy had said much the same thing but it meant more coming from Angus somehow. Andrea blinked rapidly as the burning overwhelmed her eyes.

"Thank you."

The words were hoarse, her throat tight. Angus opened his coat, took out his wallet and handed her a card. She glanced at it; it had his name and a number printed across, stating he was a paediatric surgeon.

"Like I said, I know things weren't easy with you and Bruce. They weren't between us, either," Angus said. "But you would be very welcome to come to the funeral."

"Thanks," Andrea said, sliding the card into her pocket. "I will."

"I'll be around for a while," he said. "Sorting out Bruce's affairs. You've got my number, if you need anything."

"Thank you. Thanks for asking to see me."

"Well like I said, I didn't want you to blame yourself. And for whatever its worth, I don't think my brother would have either."

She nodded and swallowed hard. "If I can help at all, with the funeral plans or anything…"

"That's kind of you," he said, then looked away. "I expect he told you, that we didn't get on very well. I tried to fix things, invited him over to Oz. he'd never take it."

"He always was stubborn," Andrea said softly.

"Don't I know it," Angus said with a small smile, then he straightened and held out his hand to Andrea. She took it, his grip was firm, but not rough and the skin soft. "Take care."

"You too."

He left without further ado. Andrea sank onto the seat, trembling. She'd been expecting, blame, anger, accusation; anything but the kindness he'd shown her. The Inspector came back into the room then.

"You okay?"

She nodded and raised her swimming eyes to hers. Gina Gold sighed quietly and sat down opposite her.

"He is nice, isn't he?"

Andrea nodded, not trusting her own voice to be able to speak.

"Look Andrea," she said, in the same cordial tone she'd adopted in the interview. "I think you'll forgive us for thinking what we like about you, but none of us condone this."

"I wish I'd never met him," Andrea muttered and the Inspector wasn't sure if she was referring to Bruce Malcolm or Kit. Then she looked up at her. "Kirsty?"

"Still with Sam and Phil. I can get you a cab back to the hotel?"

Andrea shook her said. "I'll wait."

"It might be a while. There's a lot they need to talk through, you know."

"Yeah, I know. But I'll wait."

"I'll get you a tea," she said, and got up. Then she stared down at her. "Smithy."

Andrea looked at her, waiting for her to carry on. She sighed.

"As much as I can try to tell him what to do, you know as well as I do; he won't listen. Just, whatever happens; don't hurt him."

She hadn't said 'again,' but the word hung in the air between them.

"I won't."

Andrea had finished the cheap tea – probably the only thing she wouldn't miss at the station – and was pulling the polystyrene cup to pieces when Phil showed Kirsty back into main reception. She caught the leering look the DS gave Kirsty and glared at him; seemingly shocked by the intensity of her look, he went back through the security door without another word. Kirsty gave her a questioning look.

"Don't go there, Kirst," she said. "He'll chew you up and spit you out, like he does to every bit of skirt he manages to charm."

"What, you…?"

"No," Andrea said, her mouth twisting. "But let's just say he has more than a few notches on his bedpost, god knows how. I know he might look pretty; he's nothing but a user. Anyway, let's get a cab."

She called for one from the small business cards kept in reception for that express purpose and went outside to wait, finding the station too claustrophobic. She leant against the pillar, closing her eyes.

"Andrea."

"What?"

"You know what you said about no more secrets…"

Andrea opened her eyes and turned to her.

"I'm not going to like this, am I?"

Kirsty bit her lip and looked away.

"That's why I was so long in there. Sam, she managed to speak to one of the authorities in Venezuela."

"I knew if anyone would be able to, she would," Andrea said. "And? Spit it out, Kirsty."

"I did go to the police in Venezuela. But not about what happened at the waterfall. I turned him in, Andrea. For what we saw him do when we followed him. For dealing."

Andrea didn't speak, just stared at her, and Kirsty hurried on.

"Look, the man was dangerous! And I know you think I was jealous, and maybe I was, but that wasn't the reason I did it! I wanted him out of your life, and mine!"

"So he has more reasons to be angry," Andrea said.

"Aren't you angry?"

"What good would that do?

The cab pulled up. Andrea opened the door, motioning for Kirsty to get in first. There was silence for a while, then Kirsty looked across at Andrea.

"What do we do now? We can't stay in the hotel forever."

"No. I've been looking into getting some more security. Someone's coming to change the locks, fix a lock on the back gate and I'm looking into getting an alarm. We should be safe."

"We? Are you saying I can stay?"

"Well you already said so yourself that you can't afford to pay for a hotel. Unless you'd rather go back to your house?"

"No. I wouldn't."

"I know you're probably missing Olly," Andrea said after another uncomfortable silence. "But he's better where he is. Out of the way, out of Kit's firing line."

"I know," Kirsty said, than pulled out her phone as it rang. Andrea glanced over and glimpsed Marc's name on the caller ID.

"Go on," Andrea said flatly. "Answer. It might be important."

"Marc, this really isn't a good time…" Kirsty said, then listened. "Well, what are you doing there…? Look, you were the one who walked out, Marc, I don't have to tell you where I am."

Andrea, looking out of the window, saw Kirsty glance at her from the corner of her eye, then turned, as if it would muffle her voice.

"Olly's with my parents, you're going to have to call them if you want to see him….oh for god's sake, can you be the bigger person for once? I don't care where you're sticking it, you are the one who left us for a nineteen year old! Why don't you call your son, Marc? Maybe you can answer him about why you left us, because that's all he's been asking."

"Jesus," Andrea heard Marc's voice for the first time in four years. "What's wrong with you?"

"Like I said, this isn't a good time," Kirsty said sharply. "And maybe Marc, you leaving has made me realise what I had to lose being with you, the best friend I ever had!"

"I didn't notice you complaining," Marc said smugly.

"Well maybe that's because I was too selfish to realise it, but some of us grow up and realise you have to think about other people," Kirsty snapped. "Like you should be thinking about your son. You want to see him, call my parents. If you have the guts to, that is."

She hung up, scowling, as the cab pulled up outside the hotel. Andrea quietly paid the driver and got out, glancing over her shoulder at the French café they'd dined at that morning. DC Knox and his wife were sat at the table they'd vacated. DC Knox caught her eye and gave her a subtle nod. Andrea nodded back and turned back to Kirsty.

"Police?" Kirsty mouthed.

"Yep," Andrea said, walking towards the lifts. "Problems?"

"Nothing I can't handle," Kirsty said. "It's just…he's not who I thought he was."

"Don't you just hate it when that happens?"

"Andrea," Kirsty said. "I…"

"I'm going to lie down," Andrea said. "See you later."

"I'm really sorry."

"Don't be. It's not you. Just…talking to the Inspector officially about my baby and meeting Bruce's brother, then hearing his voice…sorry Kirsty. I just need to be alone for a bit."

"Okay," Kirsty said in a small voice. "I'll come knock for you for dinner?"

"No, I think I'll give it a miss tonight. See you later."

Kirsty watched Andrea walk away, tears stinging her eyes, until she disappeared into her room. She didn't look back. Kirsty went into her room, wiping away her tears. If it wasn't for the fact that she got a gorgeous son out of it, Marc would have been the biggest mistake of her life. Well, the second biggest anyway.

She lay on her own bed, cuddling the pillow Olly had used, breathing in the smell of him. She'd barely been apart from him since he'd been born, and not even a day without him was already agonising. She couldn't imagine what it must have been like for Andrea, being tormented over her abortion for years; she hadn't even turned to her for support until after it was done. She'd been there for her, at was the least she could do after Andrea had always been there for her. And how had she repaid her? By sleeping with Marc behind her back for months. The phone rang on her bedside and she sighed. She'd given her parents the hotel number, they'd insisted on it. Otherwise, they said, how could they be sure she was safe, instead of somewhere with a psychopathic monster? That was putting it lightly. Kirsty picked up the receiver, holding it to her hear.

"Hi dad."

There was silence on the other end, and Kirsty felt a prickle of unease.

"Dad?"

Still only silence met her. She sat up, swinging her legs off the bed, knowing this wasn't a social call, nor a cold one.

"It's you," she said. "Isn't it?"

"I thought you said you weren't keeping secrets anymore," Kit said. "But then, you never were very good at being honest, were you?"

Kirsty's insides twisted at his taunting voice. Not keeping secrets anymore. She'd said those words to Andrea, barely an hour ago, outside the police station. Of course, he had to be nearby somewhere, he was like Big Brother; always watching.

"Nobody will believe you, Kit."

"Oh, I think they will," he said. "You see, unlike you, I've never pretended to be anything but what I am. I'm an open book, me, and you…well, you're just like one with important bits missing throughout. And just as annoying as well."

"What do you want, Kit? I can't give you your money. I don't have it."

"Well, maybe I'd like to resume our arrangement, what would you say to that?"

"Screw off, Kit," Kirsty said. "I'm not that person anymore."

"Aw, you disappoint me," he said. "I didn't notice you complaining when you were getting your cut from the dealing."

Kirsty felt the red hotness of shame wash over her. There it was, there; her own dark secret she'd never told a soul, the one she hadn't even had the guts to confess to in her police interview, and the reason she'd always known Kit was back.

"Actually, as I remember it, you were all for it," Kit continued. "'just think of all the money we'd make, Kit!"

His cruel imitation was spot on and Kirsty winced; how young, stupid and materialistic she'd been, and now, of course, she realised that Andrea's parents weren't really any more well off than hers, but they'd just had more to give her because she was their only child, and anything else she had, she'd been gifted it by grandparents who could see the potential in her and wanted the best for her, and so had Kirsty, until Kit entered the equation, his sly little comments making her even more insecure.

"Well I didn't expect you to say yes," Kit said. "But if its really a no, then my money back will have to do."

"I don't have it, Kit."

"Not my problem, Kirsty," he said. "You have two days. Or everyone finds out about how much poison you had a hand in dealing around South America."

Kirsty gripped the phone with a shaking hand. She'd go, she'd run, take her son and…

"And don't even think about running," he said. "I'll follow. I'm sure I've heard by now what I'm accused of."

"What you've done, Kit, I've always known you're capable."

"Then for once in your life, don't take the coward's way out. Or what's happened recently will just seem like a warm up. I'll kill her. And I'll make you watch."

"Please leave her alone, Kit, this is between us."

"Then don't make me drag her into it even more than I have," he said. "I knew the easiest way to get you was her. Even when I found out she was angry with you for something, I knew she'd tell you I was back. Good people. They're just so easy to manipulate. Why was she angry, by the way?"

"None of your business."

"Touchy," he said cruelly. "I don't care, anyway. Two days Kirsty, or I'm coming for her."