(Simon) I was born here.
I grew up here. My friends are here, my work is here.
There's only one way I'm leaving now and that's in a coffin.
That's good to know.
(Simon) It's better if you go back to your mum.
But you said this is my home.
-Tom! -I'll drop your things round later.
-Tom! -I never want to see him again.
(Gemma) You're not going to waste 15 years.
Tonight's when you escape.
-(truck door slams) -What's going on?
-(Amelie cries) -You're not taking her.
-You're never going to see me again. -Come on!
You're never going to see Amelie again.
-You're obsessed. -Please, Kate.
Have her!
(banging)
My daughter! My family!
-(Gemma) I didn't do any of that. -No, no, no!
Your wife and your daughter have moved away.
Your mother is dead and you threw your own son out.
So there's nothing left for you here!
(chuckles) You think you've won.
Look, I'm still here.
Where are you going?
To get my son.
We need to talk.
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music escalates)
(engine revs)
(brakes screech)
(whispers) Shit. Shit.
(panting)
Shit.
(intro music)
(door slams)
We need to go. Your dad knows where we are.
But you said I didn't have to see him.
What does he want?
To talk to you. Kate has gone with Amelie.
He's been kicked out of his house, his work.
Could you help me, please?
I just thought once everyone left him, he'd...
realise it was over. (sighs)
Where are we going?
Home.
-Go, we have to go! -(bag zipper zips)
If he wants to talk, maybe I should.
What would you say?
No, it's a bad idea.
(suspenseful music)
It's fine, it's going to be okay.
Tom?
(music fades)
(children laughing)
This'll be the next place he'll try.
I had the locks changed.
And we can always call the police.
Where is everything?
(door slams)
Gone, most of it, but your room's in storage.
Anna sorted it before she left.
We agreed, remember? New start?
It's weird.
Uh, yeah, I know.
Look, Tom, in the end, I can't order him to leave.
But at least now there's less reason for him to stay.
What are these?
I was hoping by now he'd be gone and...
we'd come back home with a blank slate,
we'd want to make some decisions about the future.
We've never had a new kitchen.
Yeah, right?
I thought you'd help me choose.
I might move out next year.
Max's sister did it when she was 16,
lived by herself. She said it was possible.
What did your dad say, about me, that made you go with him?
I told you, it doesn't matter.
I thought we were... We were never like this.
Choose what you want.
(retreating footsteps)
Mum?
He's just standing there.
(foreboding music)
Tom.
No!
Tom, this isn't a good idea.
Mate.
-Can I talk to you, please? -Yeah.
-Go on, then. -No, I meant without your mum.
Say it here!
All right. Well...
I assume that she's told you what's happened with Kate...
and Amelie. I'm obviously upset and...
I suppose I need your help.
-Simon, he's 15. -Shut up!
I was looking after my mum when I was 15. 15 is old.
Stop trying to protect him, it doesn't work. Does it, mate?
I'm sorry I didn't let you in the house.
Kate was concerned after what you did.
-Oh, so it's my fault. -I thought we'd sort it out in time,
but now...
The thing is, I literally don't know who else to turn to.
Mum gave you some money to get a hotel room.
Yeah, well, I don't want her...
-I don't want that. -(Tom) Why not?
Stay away from him.
Sometimes children have to look after their parents.
It's not like I'm the only one to blame, she's...
are you going to stay with your mum now,
after everything we spoke about?
-What are you doing? -Asking questions...
No, you're using me to get at her.
-I just need... -You're obsessed.
someone who understands me.
-Well, I don't. -Okay, well, we just...
-Leave us alone! -Just...
(grunts) If I had a knife now, I'd stab you,
I would, I would stab you.
Here and here and here.
You should stab yourself.
Maybe I will.
(shouts) Maybe I will!
(slams)
Are you okay?
What did you say to him as I walked away?
-What? -He shouted at you.
"Maybe I will". Will what?
I told him to leave us alone.
(doorbell rings)
-I'll deal with it. -Why won't he stop?
-What does he want? -It's fine. Go upstairs.
(foreboding music)
Hi. We've just moved in across the way.
I'm Lucy. This is Harry and Matty.
-Gemma. -(Matty) Hi!
-(Harry) Hi. -We're just exploring,
meeting people, so...
My husband just got this new job. Short notice, so...
-You're in the middle of something. -No, look, um. (sighs)
Maybe tomorrow, if you're around then...
we could chat. Is that okay?
Perfect. Have a good evening.
OK, bye. Will you say bye-bye?
-Bye. -Bye.
He's gone, then?
(Simon) Don't worry, I'm back.
(door lock clicks)
Safe and sound, the breadwinner returns.
Hey, how was physics?
-Yeah, good. -Are you going to say hello?
-Hello! -(scoffs) Charming.
I thought you were back at six.
Right, well, I'm an increasingly successful entrepreneur.
Most of them tend to work until the early hours,
but you are lucky to have a husband with the right priorities.
The fact that I'm back home at seven is testament
to the importance of my family in my life.
Well, I'm glad you spelled that out for me.
You wouldn't believe the amount of paperwork I have to do.
You're talking to a GP.
-Have you packed for the weekend? -Do it in a minute.
Where you off to? London?
Hemel Hampstead.
Ooh, the glamour.
Quite nice, actually. What's this?
Oh, I thought I'd cook something
before my husband got too old to eat.
40's the new 30.
Ah, 40 is old.
Nearly 40 yourself.
I will never be 40.
-Magic potion? -Moisturiser.
-Is that what it is? -Yeah.
Yeah, that's what it is.
(knife tapping on chopping board)
So, Tom's worried that we're out of the house too much.
He wants me home earlier.
You haven't spoken to him about it, said anything?
-What do you mean? -About my hours.
Like being annoyed with them or anything?
Well, he must have got it from somewhere.
No.
Okay. Okay, fine.
-Can you pack? -Absolutely.
Do you know where your suitcase is?
-In the loft. -No, it's in the wardrobe.
Right. What am I getting for my birthday?
A smack in the face if you ask that again!
-Cheers, thank you. -Congratulations.
(Gemma) Sorry I missed the reception.
Well, you saw us getting married, that's the main thing.
-My speech was really funny. -(laughter)
-Loads of laughs. -Which is not exactly
what a groom is meant to be after.
I still made you cry. Three times.
So what's happening with school?
Karen said it's permanent exclusion,
but we're going to appeal the decision.
So it goes to the governors?
(Gemma) Well, generally, it's a fair process but
either way, we need a quick decision
'cause Tom's got his exams to think about.
Tom? He won't have any problems with his exams.
Don't say that, it's really hard work.
He always works hard!
Don't you?
Well, look, the important thing is
you two are back at home with friends.
Let's start looking after each other now, okay?
I'd like that.
Is Simon still about?
We're not going to see him again.
-That's what Tom wants. -But he's staying at...
-We don't know where he is. -What time we going home?
When we've finished.
Tom was saying he might move out next year.
-Oh. -What?! Why?
-It's a good idea. -(Ros) Don't encourage him.
He's 16, he's grown-up.
Nearly 16 and where's he going to live?
-(James) Find a place, won't you? -(Gemma) Money?
(James) Get a job.
Claim benefits.
It's independence, people don't do it enough.
Of course, you have to declare yourself homeless
before the council will help you out.
You'd rent, deposit.
Technically, you need your parents' consent.
And you have to work all the hours in the day, I'd imagine.
(Asian music in background)
I really want to go now.
(knocking)
-(Ros) Oh, God. -(Gemma) Call the police.
-(Tom) No. -(banging continues)
-Want me to get rid of him? -I'll talk to him.
No. Okay, okay.
-Just get rid of him. -It's okay.
I'll go. You stay here.
It should be me in there.
What?
It should be me with you and Tom, our friends, having dinner.
Right, well, I think you know why that...
It's possible!
-The offer still stands... -You could just decide...
-If you need a bit of money... -to forgive everything.
-What? -You're not the right one in this.
We are as bad as each other.
No. You told Kate I was trying to make her like you.
You manipulated her, you took her away from me
and it wasn't for any good reason.
-Tom wanted you gone. -It was revenge.
It made you feel good to win, that's all it was.
Okay, how does this end, Simon?
Because we're outside, it's late and...
It ends with us admitting we both got it so wrong,
letting it all go...
and getting back together.
(scoffs)
-Don't be ridiculous. -We're attracted to each other,
so that works.
We can be his parents again.
(scoffs)
I'll get some job, earn a bit of money, but we give Tom stability.
-No. -When it's just the three of us
together it works, you know that.
We could decide to be a family again.
Forgive each other for the sake of the rest of our lives.
-Simon... -It's not too late.
I move back in, we just get on with it.
It's been a bad couple of years,
but we could be proud that we got him back on track.
You think that we should get back together for the sake of Tom?
-Not just Tom. -You think that
that's in any way what he wants?
It's what I want.
I think you do too, really.
Underneath.
I brought you something.
In...
In this moment, my life is basically over, can you take this?
-No. -Please.
Please.
Thank you.
Sort yourself out and move on.
-Your life isn't over. -I don't want to move on.
We are never letting you back into our lives.
Gemma, please. You're ruining my evening.
(money crumpling)
How much is it going to take for you to go away?
Fucking insulting.
You don't have any idea what I'm feeling right now.
I should choke you to death.
One minute you say how easy it would be to get back together with us
and the next minute you're saying you want to choke me to death?
That's every family, because you care about them!
You get what's happening?
If you leave this,
if you walk away, I will stab myself. You want me to.
Simon, don't be stupid, I didn't mean that...
Yeah, but you did, you did mean it.
It's okay, it's all right.
-Tom. -Can you come back inside, please?
-Tom. -Mum?
Yes.
Mate, you just going to ignore me, then, like I don't exist?
Tom...
You tell yourself these stories about how
you actually are a good dad or a good husband or whatever,
and it's all total shit.
The only way you get through life is by lying to yourself,
because if you stopped, you'd realise you're a massive failure.
That is the actual truth, isn't it?
So we're done.
You can go away now.
Tom, come back inside.
Tom...
(suspenseful music)
-(Gemma sighs) -(door lock clicks)
Thanks.
(light tapping)
You need to call the police. Get an order against him.
He got the message this time.
Tom...
Tom was very clear.
Good.
Look, I'm glad you called tonight.
You left before I had a chance to give this to you.
Maybe now let's call it a welcome home present.
-Present? -We can have a new start.
Some new things.
Oh, wow.
Oh, my God.
Want to try them on?
Um...
You like?
I love them.
-I might just get some water. -Sure.
You never talked about your mum and dad.
I thought you were asleep.
I know they died in a car accident when you were a teenager.
Yeah.
16. About your age.
Right. But apart from that, I don't know anything.
-What did they do? -Dad was a lecturer in history
and mum worked in a nursing home.
Did you like them?
-I loved them. -Were they together and loved you?
I think so.
Yeah.
Well, I think that even though they died, you were luckier than me.
-Dad won't ever stop. -He understood.
Tonight.
It's hard, I know, but it's what you were feeling
-and perhaps... -No, even if he goes away for a bit,
he could come back at any time.
You read stories about dads who can't see their kids.
They set the house on fire or get a knife.
-He wouldn't do any of that. -Yeah, he would.
You already thought that if Kate left him and he lost the house,
-he'd just give up. -I hoped he'd just, leave.
Start again.
You didn't just want to hurt him?
No.
Punish him?
I wanted him gone.
But if you're asking do I feel guiltier?
I didn't start this.
We were fine before he came back and started bullying me
and trying to take you away.
All I did was tell people the truth about him.
(sombre music)
(footsteps retreating)
(sombre music intensifies)
(Gemma)Did you talk to Tom?
Yeah. I asked him if he was worried about the hours we're doing.
-He said... -(champagne pops)
He said sometimes he thinks you're not listening.
You're thinking about work.
Sometimes he wishes you were a bit softer with him.
Wow.
Okay.
What did you say?
That you weren't just his mum.
You had a job.
Responsibility for a lot of people.
He was lucky you were so talented and in demand.
Right.
You're a brilliant mum.
Love you.
Do you want this?
-Why? -So that when we're old
and unhappy and in there watching TV all day,
you can remember that once upon a time, we had fun.
(sighs) Let's never get old and unhappy.
Deal.
(sombre music)
(sighs)
(light switch clicks)
(retreating footsteps)
(car door opens, slams shut)
(car engine revs)
(suspenseful music)
Tom?
(line ringing)
-What's going on? -Tom's not here.
-I just heard a car leaving. -(phone line ringing)
Do you think he's...? He was talking about moving.
No, he'd... plan for that, take his things.
Simon's taken him somehow, he's made him go.
Taken him?
Come on, it's not like Simon could have physically made him.
-Threatened him or... -He's probably gone off
with some friends, some crisis he's having in the middle of the night.
He doesn't have any friends at the moment.
Why are you taking that?
In case something's happened to Tom.
Hey, come here, you need to stop and think.
Let go of me.
Why don't you stay here, call around,
-I'll find Tom. -You think I'm going to let anyone
-stop me from getting my son? -Just calm down.
-Calm down? -I'm not letting you do this.
Nobody tells me what to do.
Tom was right, I messed you around time and time again
-and you just keep on coming back. -I don't mind that.
I think ultimately you like fixing me.
-No. -Bird with a broken wing.
No, Gemma. I like you Gemma!
I'm not broken.
Sorry. We're not working...
and it needs to stop.
I'll stay here in case he comes back.
Thank you.
(mobile rings)
Tom?
-(Tom)Dad that's mine. -Tom!
(Tom)Give it back. Give it back!
(Simon)Leave us alone.
What the fuck are you doing?
(Simon)Leave us alone.
-(Simon panting) -(Tom)Where are you going?
-Please don't hurt him. -(Simon continues panting)
(Tom)Dad. Dad!
-Just please don't... -(line cuts off)
-(car keys rattle) -(engine revs)
(suspenseful music)
(carnival music in background)
-Morning. -Hi. My...
husband is staying here, Simon Foster.
-Do you have his room number? -Husband?
Foster.
-I thought it was... -When I was here before,
I used my maiden name.
We don't have a Foster, I'm afraid.
He's with my son.
There can't be that many men checking in with a teenager.
This is urgent.
137. Thank you.
Tom?
(distant horns honk)
(honking increases)
Tom!
Hey!
He said, he said he felt like killing himself.
And there was a taxi outside and if I didn't get in it, he would.
Okay, Tom...
go up the bank.
-Mum... -To the top, where it's safer.
God, Simon. If a car hits you,
then it could kill them, too.
Jesus. Simon, please. Just...
You come away from the traffic!
Please...
we can talk.
(Simon sniffles)
I wanted to talk to him, but even when I'm feeling like this,
he went at me. Now he's just watching his shit dad.
Yes, and if a car hits you,
-what he sees will scar him forever. -Don't argue with me!
All right, but now it has.
You can't stop arguing with me, contradicting me!
-Let go of me. Jesus, Simon! -I'm just a massive fuck up
-Mum! -Tom, no!
-Simon, please. -(cars honking)
Okay. Look, we can talk.
Look at me.
Simon!
Not like this.
(Gemma) Are you okay?
-(cars revving) -(indistinct chatter)
(Gemma) Simon...
What did you say?
We're going to get some food.
Food?
He said he wanted us to eat together, as a family and I...
I said okay,
(utensils clanking)
(approaching footsteps)
Morning, how we all doing?
Good, thanks.
Okay, excellent. Can I get you any drinks to start?
-Coffee? -Just some water.
-(waitress) Jolly good. Sir? -A beer.
(waitress) You, sure?
Um, we have...
Actually, could you do a whiskey and Coke?
Absolutely. Jack Daniel's?
Jack Daniel's. All righty.
We only have Pepsi, is that okay?
Double. Double whiskey and Coke.
No problem, I'll be back in a moment to take your food order.
Where are you going to go?
Back to London?
Maybe.
You never liked it there.
No.
You'll sort stuff out, you will.
You know people, you'll find a job.
And you'll find somewhere to stay.
You hate us anyway, so...
I don't hate you.
Kate's just angry. I'm sure you'll be able to see Amelie eventually.
I don't think so, mate.
Why did you want this? We're all just sitting here feeling shit.
What did you think was going to happen?
(footsteps approaching)
-(Gemma clears throat) -Jack Daniel's and Pepsi.
Water.
Can I take your food order?
Some toast.
(waitress) Any marmalade, jam?
-Fine. -(Tom) Yeah, toast.
(waitress) Sir, some toast for you as well?
(sobs)
Shall I come back in a moment?
(sobs louder)
-(waitress) Should I... -He'll have an English breakfast.
Poached egg, two bacon, sausage and hash brown.
And he'll want some English mustard.
And some brown sauce, too.
Sure.
I hate myself. I hate what I've done.
I hate the entire world.
You've no idea. I hope you never feel what I'm feeling now.
Did he tell you what I said?
Why he left you and went with me?
-No. -You want to know?
It doesn't matter. Look, Tom, she's desperate.
She can't bear not knowing things.
You thought about it so much, you must have guessed.
I worked it out yesterday.
I assume you went back on all the assurances you gave me
that you would protect my relationship with my son.
It was important he knew what you were capable of.
-(Tom) Mum... -I was depressed.
I don't know if Dad mentioned the reason why I left you on your own
as a baby, it was because I had postnatal depression.
But I got better.
I assumed,
even given everything,
your dad understood the difference between character and illness.
It didn't occur to me that he would tell you about it
because I couldn't imagine the psychology
of someone who would do that.
Who would hold that against you.
-You wanted me dead. -No.
But you said. I just...
I couldn't cope. Hoped I would die?
-No! -(Simon) You did.
-Simon! -You've forgotten.
You did say it and you meant it.
I heard it at the time. I never said anything and never reminded you.
Until now.
Dad said he had to quit his career so he could look after me.
His career? What career?
(Tom) To let him stay at home so you could work for the better.
Oh, you just say things, don't you?
(Tom) That you preferred work to me.
You want to stand by that now?
(Tom) But you do work a lot.
I remember growing up, you were always out.
Even since Dad left, it's not like you've tried to talk to me much.
I mean, with your buildings and more patients and more doctors,
-and I think it's because... -Because I believe in what I do!
Because you want to avoid me!
I'm good at what I do and I work hard.
But I've also, despite everything, been a good mum and I...
I think, one day,
you will realise that.
I think the only way, Tom,
that I have failed you is in my choice of your father.
And the fact that on that night when I should have been helping you,
I went back to him, and I hate myself for that.
I will regret it forever.
At least I know that I've always loved you.
I've always tried to protect you.
So if you want to hate me, you hate me for the last two years,
but before that, before your dad broke it, I was a really good mum.
Excuse me.
-Mum! -I'll be back in a minute.
You stay here.
(sombre music)
(breathes in heavily, sighs)
(sombre music continues)
(keys rattle)
It's done.
As agreed.
-(sniffles) -(toast scraping)
Thanks.
What do you mean?
I'm...
paying for the room a few days.
So your dad can...
sort things out.
So this is it.
What?
(cup taps on table)
I'm never going to see you again.
Live a good life.
I'm...
I'm really sorry for everything.
You mum's right.
All that stuff I said, I was angry.
She didn't work too hard.
I found it difficult to stay in one job.
To put up with the boss, is the truth.
She loves you so much, she's never let you down.
I'm the problem in our family, I always have been,
so you're absolutely right, Tom.
You're so much better without me,
and when I've gone...
I think you'll feel a bit sad, but not for long. I think...
(dish clanks)
-(chair thuds) -(Simon clears throat)
When my dad died, I just felt relief.
That I didn't have to worry about him any more.
That I didn't have to try to predict in what way he'd ruin my life next.
When he died, I cried, but within an hour,
I felt so much better. (sighs, sobs)
That does happen, it can.
I think you're going to feel that about me.
You're not going to die.
Well, I might as well because you're never going to see me again.
-That's what you want, isn't it? -(plate bangs on table)
(sniffles) You've had enough of me.
You ought to be a doctor.
Wh-What? (sobs)
It's a job. I thought you liked the idea of
being a doctor like your mum. (sniffles)
-Well, I don't know. -You should.
You'd be so good at it. (sobs)
Forget about me, I'm...
I'm just shit, I'm...
I'm really just shit.
Enough?
(zips)
Bye, Dad.
Bye, Tom.
Follow the instructions.
(ominous music)
(engine starts)
(sombre music)
(sobbing)
(sombre music escalates)
-(keys rattle) -(door clicks)
(door shuts)
I just want to say a few things.
(syringe taps on table)
Don't worry, I'm not going to take this away.
When I'm finished, do what you like.
This is some small print that I need to get through.
-I don't want to hear it. -I don't care what you want.
I'm the one who'll have to live with our son in agony
because his father killed himself.
I'm the one he'll probably blame for that his whole life,
so I don't think that I'm out of order trying to have my say.
Sit down.
After my parents died in the car crash,
for a long time I just took that at its word.
"Car crash" covers quite a lot of things,
and for some strange reason I wanted to know how they actually died.
They went under a lorry and the roof of their car caved in on them
and crushed their heads.
It will have been utterly terrifying,
incredibly painful,
and not instant.
I think that's why I became a doctor.
Maybe if I'd been there, maybe I could have done something.
Probably not, but who knows?
This won't be instant, either.
Because there is no painless way to die.
And the truth is, we don't know exactly what it feels like,
but we do know that it'll be nasty.
And once you do it, you will be over.
There is no coming back, you will just stop.
I thought about taking my own life.
In the middle of...
everything.
I left Tom with you, do you remember?
You called me, I was by the sea.
After I hung up on you, I walked into the water.
Because I wanted to drown.
But I stopped myself because I knew that it wasn't fair on Tom.
(sighs)
I grew up without my parents. I needed them and...
they weren't there.
You know, a few days ago I thought...
maybe you can't help yourself.
Everything that you've done.
Maybe you have an illness of some kind.
-I don't. -No, I don't think you do.
No excuses.
Agreed.
Either way...
Don't do this.
Tom doesn't realise it at the moment, but he needs you.
Then why did you...
You were quick to offer this.
I had to get you off that motorway.
The thought was already there.
You, you just happened to have the right drugs in your bag?
I put them in there when you took Tom away.
Just in case.
What do you mean?
A weapon, I suppose.
I am never losing him.
If you're desperate I don't do it, why don't you take them away, then?
Because you nearly caused a car crash,
at least this way you'll only kill yourself.
Do you forgive me?
I won't ever forgive you.
But we will both probably start to forget.
And that's enough.
Simon.
Don't do this.
The offer's still there?
A few days to get back on my feet.
Then take them. (sniffles)
-What? -Take them.
Take them with you.
(sombre music)
(plastic bag rustles)
Bye, Simon.
Bye.
(door slams shut)
(sombre music continues)
Hey!
-Wait. -Oh...
Oh, thanks. Never without that.
(receptionist) Doctor Angelis?
You wanted your bill.
Thanks.
Could you put my card on file? I'll pay for the week.
Sure.
You have three new messages.
-First new message. -(answering machine beeps)
(Karen)Gemma, it's Karen.
The governors have upheld your appeal.
If you could give me a call,
we can talk about how and when Tom should come back to school. Thanks.
Message deleted. You have two new messages.
-Next new message. -(answering machine beeps)
(Sian)Gemma, hi. It's Sian.
I hear you're coming back and I just wanted to say
that I'm really pleased it's all sorted out.
When you're ready, call me and maybe we can go for a drink.
Okay, bye.
Message deleted.
You have one new message.
Next message...
(phone in car ringing)
(distant sirens wailing)
(Gemma)And the moment the blood rushes down out of your head...
it's like suddenly falling,
like something giving way.
It's not like shock.
Because there's the horror that somehow you knew...
underneath,
without realising.
The horror that this terrible thing was there.
Obvious the whole time,
and you didn't see it.
Tom!
Hi. Excuse me?
Have you seen my son?
I've lost my son.
His name's Tom, he's... He's 15.
(police officer) No, we haven't seen him.
Go and stand back up the bank. We'll attend to you in a minute.
(Gemma)And you know that now there's no repair.
No going back.
Whatever life you had,
whatever fight you thought was important, now looks so naive.
(Tom)Mum, I'm going.
I was going to move out anyway, but I've had enough of Dad and you,
and not knowing, and...
I've got no school, no friends left.
I hate myself. I just want to start again.
You went off at 17, you did all right.
You won't see me again.
It'll be better, I think.
Love you.
(tragic music)
(Gemma crying)
(tragic music escalates)
(inaudible dialogue)
(Gemma) What you thought had been the fight
was merely the warning.
Your biggest fear was nothing compared to this.
The weeks go past and people say it will get better...
but it doesn't.
You do everything anyone could, but somehow you know it's done.
It's happened. Too late.
He's gone.
You go over the past, what you did, what you said.
Again and again and again.
What should you have done?
Did you get it wrong from the start?
Hello, Mrs Roberts...
You'll never stop going over it.
And in the end, all you can say is...
I'm here.
Tom, I'm your mum.
I'm sorry,
and I'm here.
I'll always be here waiting.
When you want to come back.
Whenever you want to come back.
(closing theme music)