Greg eventually dozed off in the old armchair and woke up the next morning to a feather light kiss on the lips, opening his eyes he saw James' face right up close to his own pulling away, his big brown eyes full of genuine, earnest regret; "Greg, baby, I'm so sorry. I… I shouldn't have done what I did. I was super nervous about that appointment; I thought that if I took those drugs then I would be more relaxed and more open during the session. I was sure otherwise that I would have just clammed up and made it not worth the money it cost to go there,"

Greg rubbed his temples; "I appreciate that, but James you can't just do stuff like that, you know? You can't just go and not tell anyone that you took what to you is an unknown amount of LSD; you had no idea how strong those gummies were and to then go ahead and help yourself to some of my Vicodin; on top of the weed that I gave you. You're a doctor, you understand, or at least you should understand about polypharmacy. God knows you've given me enough lectures about it. James, this is the second time that you've overdosed… you were so, so out of it. You march your ass upstairs and apologise, and then you're going to come and grovel to me," Greg growled.

Later that afternoon, Greg was home looking after the kids, Josie and James were both at work, and Rob was in the kitchen beginning on the task of making dinner. The front door knocked, and Tyson raced off to answer it; "stop!" Greg yelled at him, "stop just letting anyone who knocks on the door into the house. Let me answer it," when he did, he was greeted by a man standing on the other side of the door looking like he was either about to start crying or had just finished crying. "Can I help you?" Greg asked suspiciously.

"Is Rob here?" the man asked solemnly.

Greg nodded, "Tyson, go get granddad," and the little boy ran off towards the kitchen, Rob switched off the stove and followed Tyson back out to the front door.

"Is everything alright?" Rob called out, as he walked around the corner, "Brett, what are you doing?" he immediately sounded concerned, "where's Josie?"

"You've got to get to the hospital, Rob… But Josie, she had a heart attack at work today; she… she didn't make it Rob," Brett said in a soft, low, comforting voice.

Rob immediately began to cry, and Greg just looked forward in complete and utter shock, nearly dropping Charlie he was holding, onto the floor. "Okay…" Rob whispered, "okay… I'm going to go sort this out, Greg… can you just… stay here with the kids? Make sure that they're okay?" to which Greg just nodded, feeling completely and utterly numb. Rob grabbed his keys and left with Brett to go to the hospital, while Greg kind of stumbled back a bit, and felt pure numbness, as though his body and mind were disconnected, and he wasn't yet able to process how he was feeling. How are the kids going to handle this? was Greg's first cohesive thought.

Tyson interrupted Greg's racing train of thought, wanting him to play a game with him, having absolutely no idea of the gravity of the conversation he'd just been witness to. Greg was so completely and utterly distracted and removed from his own thoughts and body that Tyson won every single match, while Greg just went through the motions, trying to process his own immediate grief. Greg rang up James and asked for him to come home straight away, there had been an emergency, and he just needed James right now, it couldn't wait. Terrified, James got straight into his car and drove back home; where he saw that Rob's car was still there, James initially felt just pure irritation; thinking that Greg had pulled him away from work purely to get a quick romp while leaving the kids with Rob for half an hour.

"Greg, if you've called me back here for a servicing; I'm going to be annoyed," James warned cryptically so that the kids wouldn't understand, as he entered the lounge room, only to see Greg sitting on the couch staring straight ahead with a one thousand mile stare at some children's television show that Tyson and Charlie were completely entranced by; "Greg, why am I here? Greg?" James questioned, and saw Greg just ignoring him, staring forward into space, "what happened?" he asked, "Greg, you're worrying me,"

"Josie…" Greg responded, "she… she had a heart attack, James,"

"Is… she?" James whispered in shock.

"No, she's not. She's gone, James. There wasn't anything that they could do. It happened at work, one of her colleagues came around to pick up Rob and take him to the hospital for all the… official business," Greg shook his head.

"Oh my God," James sat down beside Greg, and immediately wrapped his arms around him in an attempt to try and comfort him. Greg just continued to sit there, completely numb to any and all things James could possibly do to help. Even James was utterly devastated, and he hadn't even known Josie all that well.

The next two weeks kind of went by in a haze, Rob was almost robotic in everything he did, as though he was staggering on autopilot through a fog, Greg had jumped into a mode of trying to organise and take care of everything and everyone, James just continued going to and from work, coming home to help Greg with anything he needed with the kids, checking up on Rob who barely left the bedroom nowadays, eating, and going to sleep, before waking up to do it all again tomorrow. Greg had been avoiding any and all physical contact with James, he'd just not been in the mood; and James couldn't blame him. Greg didn't have many family members who were safe and hadn't placed him in harm's way; and Josie had been one of those few, and with all the preparations for the funeral, keeping everything running at home, cooking, cleaning, taking care of the kids; he was just exhausted physically and emotionally every single night. Not to mention Greg was also trying to mediate between Blythe, who was currently 'living her best life' in Europe, and Rob who was disgusted that she refused to fly back for the funeral, with many cruel, angry words being said between each other.

Not to mention how hard Tyson was taking it. While Charlie was too young to understand, Tyson knew exactly what it meant that "Grandma had died," and how he related that back to the loss of his mother.

He was angry, devastated and lost without his grandma, and was lashing out at the world; he'd been sent out of school on multiple occasions just in the past two weeks because of his behaviours and how he was trying to cope with the loss. Greg, who Tyson was particularly close to, copped it the worst. Tyson was simultaneously extremely clingy and barely giving Greg room to breathe, but Greg was also the one who was often at the receiving end of Tyson's aggression. James was honestly impressed by how well Greg was working with Tyson through his grief; he ensured that he was always there, tried to not take anything to heart, yet still didn't let Tyson get away with certain behaviours and actions purely from his grief and loss, such as when Tyson would take his anger out on Charlie.

However, not once did he ever lose his temper with Tyson or blame him for how he coped with it, or anything remotely similar; despite the fact that James was certain that Greg would have never been granted the same concessions when he would have lost a grandparent. Greg was just truly empathetic, kind, and gentle with these kids in a way that James had never seen him be before.

The funeral came and went; Greg had walked Tyson down the centre of the church to see his grandma for one last time as she rested in her casket, and had to hold back his own tears when he watched little Ty reach up and kiss his grandma goodbye, and whisper that he'll see her again someday, to please keep mommy company until he could see her again. Rob and two of Josie's closest friends gave beautiful eulogies, and while James ended up taking a very fussy and upset Charlie home; Tyson had asked Greg to stay back with him to watch the burial and to go to the wake afterwards, which he did of course. The wake proved to be a little bit overwhelming for Tyson after a while, so Greg ended up taking him outside with a piece of cake and a can of Sprite, while they sat there and told stories about Josie.

"Uncle Greg," Tyson asked out of nowhere as he looked up at the sky above, "do you believe in heaven?"

"Of course," Greg lied, "do you?"

Tyson frowned, "I think so, I used to believe in God and heaven, but if God was so good, then why did he take away my mommy and my grandma? Why did the church man say that she's in a better place? What could be more important than being here with me?"

"Nothing is more important than being here with you, Ty. Tyson, I can't tell you what to believe and what not to believe, that's your own choice that you'll come to in time. You'll be your own man someday and you'll know the answer," Greg responded, putting his hand on the little boy's shoulder.

"What do you think happens when we die?" Tyson asked Greg.

Greg just laughed dryly, "that's not something you should really ask people in normal circumstances, Ty. But you can ask me anything, so for me, I'm still figuring everything out if I'm going to be honest," he lied, hoping it would be more comforting to the boy.

"You're not going to die though, are you, Uncle Greg?" Tyson looked up at him with watering, bright blue eyes filled with sadness and fear.

"How about 200 years? If I live for 200 years, is that going to be long enough for you?" Greg smiled down at Tyson.

Tyson laughed for the first time in what felt like forever, "okay, live to be 200!" he giggled, wrapping his arms around Greg as tight as he could in a vice like hug.