Location: London (not long after Elvis' death)

Georgie stands at the top of the path and looks up at the dark green front door a few metres in front of her. She exhales slowly, looking nervously each way down the street of terraced houses and contemplating whether she should go and knock on the door or not. It's taken hours to get here on the train from Manchester so she can't go back now, can she? Before she has time to make a decision the door opens taking Georgie by surprise. A woman with long blonde hair is stood in the entrance and holds the door ajar. She is dressed casually in jeans and a jumper. Georgie instantly recognises her from the time she came to London to see Elvis when she thought she was having visions of Abu - she had seen Debbie with Elvis and their daughter, Laura in the street back then. Debbie smiles a half smile at Georgie "Georgie Lane?" she asks softly, although she already knows it's her. She had been anxiously waiting by the window most of the morning, wondering if Georgie would turn up or not. Georgie nods and replies "Yea" and forces a smile. "Please, come in" Debbie says opening the door a little wider. Georgie gingerly walks up the path to the door where Debbie gestures her into the hallway "Thanks" Georgie says as Debbie closes the door behind them.

The hallway is long and bright, there is a staircase on the right strewn with plastic toys up every few steps. Georgie can see right the way along the hall through to the kitchen where French doors open out into the garden.

"I wasn't sure you'd come." Debbie says. "I hoped you would but..." she trails off. "No, thank you for inviting me." Georgie says matter of factly. Debbie relaxes a little, "Can I take your jacket?" she asks. Georgie removes her leather jacket and hands it to Debbie "Thanks" she says as Debbie hangs it carefully on an empty coat hook on the wall.

"Come through, the kitchen's just through here. Would you like a cup of tea?" Debbie asks heading up the hallway towards the kitchen, Georgie follows, looking around her as she goes "Please. Milk no sugar, thanks."

"Take a seat" Debbie says as she nervously busies herself making two cups of tea. Georgie looks around, there is an island in the middle of the kitchen with 2 bar stools at one end. She sits down one of the stools, placing her handbag on the counter. There is an awkward silence. She absentmindedly fiddles with her necklace - the engagement ring Elvis had given her was attached to it. After a short time Debbie places a cup of tea in front of Georgie and notices the ring. "It's beautiful" she says with a sympathetic smile. Georgie tucks the necklace inside her shirt, feeling embarrassed. Debbie slides onto the stool next to her and continues "it must have been awful... what you've been through" however she quickly realises that Georgie looks uncomfortable and doesn't seem to respond to her sympathy so she changes tact "you must have thought I was crazy, writing to you."

Georgie bites her bottom lip and raises her eyebrows slightly, as if to agree with this statement. She wasn't really sure why she had agreed to come to London today but Debbie's letter had gotten to her on some level. She had received it whilst back at the barracks after her return from Afghanistan. In the letter Debbie had written about how sorry she was to hear of Elvis' death and how she felt that Elvis would have wanted Georgie to have met their daughter, Laura. Georgie couldn't help but think this would be true. She knew that Elvis didn't get a great deal of time with Laura, what with going on tours as often as he did, but that he had her whenever he could; she was a big part of his life. In her mind she could clearly see the tattoo of Laura's name that Elvis had on his left shoulder. Yet still the situation felt odd. She had always imagined Elvis introducing Laura to her himself; they would have taken her somewhere fun for the day and gone out for pizza. Laura would have taken to Georgie instantly and they would have had the kind of relationship where Georgie was more of a friend than a stepmother figure as she grew up. And there would be no jealousy toward any babies Georgie and Elvis may have had together either - they would have all lived "happily ever after." But now she was sat in a stranger's kitchen about to meet her dead fiancé's daughter, not quite how she had pictured it.

Debbie spoke again "I want you to know that I am sorry for my part in how things turned out on your wedding day." Georgie stared at her surprised and she continued "I never intended to split the two of you up. I just... I felt that Elvis needed to know he was a father before he got married. Please know I never told him to walk away from you, he made that choice by himself. I didn't realise at the time how fully he would commit to being Laura's Daddy. I mean we'd only been out a few times when I got pregnant. He dumped me by text for gods sake, I hardly really knew him then." Georgie took a sip of tea, not acknowledging the fact that she knew this - she was present when Elvis sent that text. She lowered the mug to the counter and wrapped her hands around it, shaking her head dismissively "You don't need to apologise." Debbie looked down "I felt so guilty at how things had turned out. But truly, I never wanted to be with Elvis, it was only for Laura's sake that I told him about her. I didn't want her to grow up not knowing who her father was." Georgie nodded understandingly "He loved her." she replied matter of factly. Debbie smiled faintly "He never knew this but I overheard him over the baby monitor one day telling Laura that he was determined to win you back and that maybe one day she could be a bridesmaid at your wedding." Georgie pressed her lips together, unsure of how to respond to this. Suddenly they heard footsteps coming downstairs. Debbie rose from her stool as a a small figure appeared at the doorway from the hall. Laura and Georgie locked eyes. Georgie gulped, taken aback at how like Elvis the little girl looked.

"Laura, sweetheart, this is Georgie, Daddy's friend." Debbie said, gesturing for Laura to come towards her. Laura shyly slunk into her mothers side as Debbie gently brushed the long hair away from her daughter's face. Georgie put on a huge smile "Hi Laura, it's lovely to meet you" she said.

"Daddy isn't here any more." Said Laura, very matter of factly, still not taking her eyes off Georgie. Debbie gulped anxiously and bent down to Laura's level. Taking her by the hands she turned Laura to face her "No darling, he's not. But you know what, Georgie and Daddy were very good friends and I think he would really like it if you could be friends with Georgie too now, yea?" The little girl nodded and turned back to look at Georgie "Would you like to do drawing with me?" Georgie smiled and looked to Debbie for reassurance. Debbie nodded, smiling. Georgie enthusiastically replied "yea, of course I'd love to! I bet you are really good at drawing."

"I can draw a butterfly!" Laura exclaimed, warming to Georgie and smiling.

"A butterfly! Wow! Can you show me?" With that Laura hurried away to get her paper and pens. Georgie spun her stool back round the the counter, put her head down and took a few deep breaths. She felt momentarily suffocated. A feeling she had almost become accustomed to since her hostage ordeal in South Africa.

"She looks like him doesn't she?" Debbie broke the silence. Georgie pursed her lips together and nodded, trying to hold back the tears that were starting to form in her eyes. She closed her eyes tightly and there before her she could see Elvis' lifeless body, his eyes open and fixed, staring at her. She let out a little gasp and opened her eyes, blinking. With the feelings of being suffocated a flashback of some kind usually followed.

It was late afternoon, Georgie felt a lot more relaxed in Debbie and Laura's company now. They had spent the day drawing pictures and after lunch they had come to the park where Georgie was able to share some stories about Elvis with Debbie. Talking about him to Debbie of all people felt normal, almost therapeutic. At home she sensed her family tried to avoid any mention of him in fear of upsetting her. Georgie and Debbie walked alongside each other as Laura skipped just ahead, pretending to catch fairies with her toy net. Debbie, also feeling more at ease in Georgie's company, smiled at her "I'd like it if we could stay in touch, for Laura. I mean you've probably got loads more stories about her Dad that I just, well, I don't have. I'd really like for her to know who he was." Georgie smiled back and nodded "Yea, yea I'd like that."

Later that day:

"Are you sure you won't stay? It's a long journey back to Manchester" Debbie tried to persuade Georgie as they stood outside the train station.

"No, no, thanks so much for the offer but I really have gotta get back tonight. I've another psyche evaluation in the morning so they can tell me if I'm considered fit enough to get back to work" She rolled her eyes, trying to laugh it off. "Well don't rush it,eh" Debbie said, genuinely concerned for Georgie's wellbeing. Georgie smiled and bent down to Laura's level, she was holding her mum's hand. "Hey, I've got something for you." Georgie told her. "Something I think your Daddy would want you to have." She reached into her handbag and pulled out Elvis' dog tags. Taking Laura's hand she gently opened her palm and placed the dog tags inside it, wrapping Laura's fingers around them. "Georgie..." Debbie started, taken aback by the gesture. Georgie didn't let her continue, "No, honestly." She said looking up at Debbie "he would have wanted her to have them." She turned back to Laura "These belonged to your Daddy. So I want you to promise me one thing ok?" Laura nodded and Georgie continued "I want you to promise me that anytime you feel like you are missing Daddy, that you can hold onto these and remember that he loves you so much. And remember all of the happy times you had together, ok? Look after them, they are very special right?" Laura nodded again. Georgie put a hand on her shoulder and stood up. Debbie now struggled to hold back the tears that had been threatening to come all day long and she embraced Georgie warmly. "Thank you" she whispered in her ear. Georgie also couldn't hold back the tears that were pricking at her eyes. "No, thank you." She replied. "You're so lucky to have her." She wiped her cheeks and headed into the station. Debbie hugged Laura in close to her as they watched Georgie leave.

Manchester later that evening: The Lane household

In the Lane household the family were sat around watching television. It was dark apart from the low light emitting from a few lamps. Max and Grace were on one sofa and Marie and Fingers were entwined on the other. Lulu sat at the dining table on her laptop. Grace was visibly on edge, she twiddled her thumbs and wasn't really paying attention to the TV. Max and Marie could sense Grace's unease and they exchanged knowing looks at one another. Max tried to lighten the atmosphere "Eh, I was thinking we should all go out for Sunday lunch this week, save you cooking love. I could book us a table at that place you like in town, what d'you reckon?"

"What's this? Dad splashing the cash? You feeling ok Dad?" Lulu mocked, looking up from her laptop. Marie and Fingers laughed.

"Eh less of the cheek you, can't a father treat his family without them takin' the proverbial?"

"Not when it's you Dad, no" Lulu replied with a smile. Grace looked mildly annoyed "will you two stop talking over me, I'm trying to watch this."

"You haven't been watching it for the last half hour...you've been too busy bloody pacing!" Max answered. Grace snapped back at him "I've been pacing because I'm worried sick about Georgie. I seem to be the only one, mind! She's not answered any of my calls and she's been gone all day. You've not heard from her have you Marie?"

Marie shook her head. Max tried to reassure Grace "I'm sure she's fine love, she doesn't need to tell you where she is 24/7. You need to calm down."

"Well maybe I would be calm if she wasn't grieving and suffering from PTSD. Who knows where her head's at right now. She was making good progress, getting on with things until..." she stops herself. Everybody knows she means until Elvis was killed. The room fell silent and then they heard a key turning in the front door. They all looked at each other. Grace jumped up and headed into the hallway where Georgie had just come in. Grace was relieved to see her.

"Georgie! Where have you been? I've been worried sick my love"

"Nowhere" Georgie replies. "Nowhere? Since 7 o'clock this morning you've been 'nowhere'?"

Georgie looks confused. "Mum what is this? I'm a grown woman I can look after myself, I don't need to tell you my every movement."

"Just a simple text to say that you're ok would suffice Georgie. I'm not keeping tabs I just wanna know that you're ok since..."

"What, you mean since my fiancé got red misted" Georgie interrupted with her trademark deadpan sarcasm.

"Georgie!" Grace exclaimed, looking horrified.

Georgie composed herself "Sorry Mum, I just... needed to do something." She protests "I'm alright. I'm just tired now I'm gonna go bed ok"

"I just wanna make sure you're alright Georgie"

"I'm fine, Mum. Night yea?"

"Night love"

Grace walked back into the living room where the rest of the family looked sympathetically at her. She sat back down on the sofa and Max put his arm around her. She cuddled into him "I just wanna make sure she's ok" she said. Max planted a tender kiss on her forehead. "We all do, love" he replied. Fingers sat forward "Hey, it's not long now til we go Nigeria. Me and the lads'll look out for her ok?"

Grace smiled appreciatively at Fingers "I know you will, Fingers. I'm just not even sure she should be going on tour yet, you know."

"Listen, she wouldn't even have been considered for it if the boss man didn't think she was up to the job. I know he's been keeping check on her psyche evaluation and you can trust his judgement."

Grace looked doubtful "I just know Georgie that's all, she's good at putting on a front."

Fingers shrugged like he didn't know what else to say and Marie pulled him back to her.

Georgie was still standing in the hallway having heard the conversation from the living room. She sighed and shook her head and headed upstairs to get ready for bed.

Georgie had changed into her pyjamas. She closed her bedroom door behind her as she entered her bedroom and padded over to the window. She opened it slightly, looking out into the night sky. She shivered a bit but left the window open, drew the curtains and climbed into bed. She lay down staring at the ceiling, clearly not tired as she had told her mum she was earlier. She glanced over at the curtain moving ever so slightly with the night breeze and sat up in bed, hugging her knees to her chest, staring at it swaying gently, her eyes welling up as she quietly remembers Elvis climbing in through the window the night before their wedding. He used to always sneak in through the window to surprise her and how she wished so much that he would again. Even the night before she was supposed to marry Jamie, she had secretly hoped Elvis would appear through the window, proclaiming his love for her as he did so often. Tears stung at her eyes as she put her head in her hands and tried to stop herself from crying. She blinked a few times then turned to rummage in her bedside drawer for her headphones. She plugged them into her iPhone and lay down on her side underneath the duvet. The only light in the room coming from her phone. Opening her iTunes library - she clicked Library/Playlists/Top 25 Most Played. The 1st song on the list was 'She Moves In Her Own Way' by The Kooks - her and Elvis' song. She pressed play and set it to repeat. The tears fell steadily from her eyes and this time she didn't try to stop them, she held the phone close to her and shut her eyes tightly, willing herself to sleep.