A while later, Bones is driving Susan along in his ute. She comments to him nervously that she's taken him out of his way. Bones, however, assures her that he had to head into the city anyway. Susan asks him how long he's going to be down for. He replies, "A couple of days. Depends if me dad's solicitors have got their act together!" Susan smiles at him, weakly. Bones tells her, "I'll have you there soon. It's not very far now."

Fiona is doing some dusting in the reception room at the mansion as Janice stands with her, enthusing about the Nature Reserve at Woombai. Fiona, however, insists, "You don't have to convince me: I've been in favour of the Reserve right from the very beginning. My only argument is with the person who came up with the idea; it's just not like Wayne to 'give the land back to the people'. Generosity is just not one of his finer points." Janice shrugs, "At least he's done the right thing this time; I think he should be applauded for it." Fiona, however, tells her, "If you knew Wayne like I do, you'd be asking yourself 'why?' There has to be something in it for him and I just wish I knew what it was." Janice insists, "Wayne's intentions could be quite honourable." Fiona, however, asserts, "Janice, 'Wayne' and 'honour' are two words that simply do not go together." She then looks around the reception room and sighs, "Really, I don't know where all this dust comes from." Changing the subject, Janice says, "Do you know Bones Rowe?" Fiona queries, "The fellow who lives up near Woombai?" Janice nods, "That's right. He thinks I'm the bees' knees. Twisted him right round my little finger, I have. I think I can convince him to give all the help he needs: you know - lining up manpower... assisting with relevant permits and that sort of thing..." She breaks off as Susan's voice calls suddenly, "Fiona?" Susan walks in, followed by Bones, and Fiona asks her in surprise, "What are you doing here?!" Susan replies nervously, "Nothing much. Just something I wanted to have a chat about, that's all." Fiona looks at Bones and smiles, "Long time no see!" Janice chips in, "We were just talking about you!" Bones laughs, "I wondered why me ears were burning!" Fiona asks him what he's doing down there. Bones explains, "Family business. Few days in the big smoke." Susan adds, "Bones was kind enough to offer me a lift." Janice then tells him that he can bunk down at the mansion, and she offers him a camp stretcher. Bones says, "If you'd have me, I'd love to stay!" Fiona turns to Susan and suggests they go downstairs and leave Janice and Bones to it. She and Susan head off. When they've gone, Janice tells Bones that she'll organise his bed.

Downstairs, Susan and Fiona are heading into Fiona's room and Susan starts to tell Fiona about the square dance. As she does so, though, her face begins to tighten, tears well in her eyes and she bursts into tears. Fiona gives her a hug, asking sympathetically, "What's the matter...?"

A short time later, Fiona and Susan are sitting on the couch, and Fiona is asking, "Is Gordon sure of his facts?" Susan replies grimly, "It's in the medical files; all down on record." Fiona sighs, "No wonder you're so upset. Huntington's chorea... I've read about it, but I've never actually known anyone who's suffered from it." She then asks, "How does Wayne feel about it?" Susan, though, admits, "He doesn't know. Gordon wanted to come down to Sydney with me so we could tell him together - not about the baby; about the disease. Only Charlie knows that I think I'm pregnant... it's privileged information at the moment. Anyway, I convinced Gordon that it would be better if I came down alone. I wanted it to be just the two of us when I told him. It's not going to be easy, is it? How do you tell your husband that there's a chance he could end up suffering from an incurable disease... and that you can't give him a child?" Fiona points out, "You are giving him a child." Susan just murmurs, "Yes..." She then asks Fiona, "Did you ever have a teacher that asked you to write down the most things you wanted out of life? I did: Miss. Patterson. Most of my girlfriends wrote down things like 'a big house'... 'a horse'... 'a trip around the world'. I wanted 'a husband and a family. Children'. They used to laugh at me, but I didn't care because that's exactly what I wanted; all I ever wanted. Now I have a husband... and I'm sure I'm giving him a child... I should be happy, shouldn't I? I'm scared, Fiona... for Wayne, for my baby... for what might happen to them..." Fiona goes to put her hand gently on Susan's, to comfort her, but then pulls it away again, looking worried.

In Sunbury, Debbie and Ginny arrive back at the country house, carrying several bags of shopping. Debbie is laughing that she doesn't know which is going to go first: her arms or legs! They head inside and David joins them from the hallway. Looking at the bags, he tells the girls that they should have given him a yell; he'd have helped them. He then asks, "Did you have enough money?" Debbie nods, "Yep." David remarks in surprise, "I only gave you forty bucks." Debbie says quickly, "That was plenty." David comments, "Prices mustn't be as bad as I thought they were!" With that, he heads off again. When he's gone, Ginny removes the till receipt from one of the bags and tells Debbie, "This cost more than forty bucks: $93.85." Debbie sighs, "David's going through a really rough time at the moment; he's up to his ears in debt. I just wanted him to help him out, that's all." Ginny asks, "Where are you getting the money from?" Debbie replies quickly, "Er, tips." Ginny shrugs, "Yours to give away, I guess." Debbie then says, "You won't tell him, will you?" Ginny assures her, "Course not. What do you take me for?" Changing the subject, she then comments, "You still look pretty tired." Debbie nods, "I am." Ginny asks, "Why don't you take one of those pills? It's only early; if you want to get through the rest of the day..." Debbie, however, says uncertainly, "I don't want to make a habit of it." Ginny, however, points out, "You haven't even taken one yet!" Debbie murmurs, "Even so..." Ginny insists, "They're not going to hurt you, Deb. They're not addictive; you wouldn't be able to buy them over the the counter, if they were." Debbie tells her, "You can still get into the habit of thinking you need something; that's the danger." Ginny, however, insists, "If it's not physically addictive, it's not dangerous. Trust me." She then asks, "Why did you buy them?" Debbie admits, "To stop me feeling tired." Ginny asks, "Are you feeling tired now?" Debbie admits, "Yeah." Ginny asks, "And have you got a lot to get through today?" Debbie sighs, "Yeah." Ginny, taking a small bottle out of a bag and handing it over, says, "Then here." Debbie looks at the pills and then sighs, "I suppose one isn't going to hurt..."

In the lounge room, David is talking on the 'phone, saying, "Yeah, I'm just looking for anything I can fit in when I'm not busy here... Shifting furniture? That's fine, fine... Any idea when I can expect--?... That would be great; just what I'm looking for. Things are a bit tight at the present, so the extra bread will come in handy." He listens and then says, "No, no, that's OK: I've got a bloke that'll be able to help me... Reliable as they come; you've got no worries there... Well, thanks again, Des. I appreciate it... Yeah, yeah, OK, I'll see you at lunch when I pick up the van." With that, he hangs up the 'phone, looking pleased with himself.

Out in the kitchen, Craig goes to pick up a biscuit from a plate on the table. Debbie, however, chastises, "Hey! Wait 'til we all sit down together! Take them out to David and make yourself useful." Craig smiles, "Slavedriver!" He heads off. Debbie looks across at Ginny, standing by the sink, and asks, "Is the tea ready?" Ginny nods, "Yep."

Craig walks into the lounge room and puts down the biscuits. He sits down as David asks him how the garden's going. Craig murmurs, "It's getting there slowly. I still don't think we'll be able to re-plant in time." David tells him, "I might have something that will break the boredom: how do you think you'll go helping me shift a load full of furniture, this arvo?" Ginny and Debbie walk in as Debbie asks, "Whose furniture?" David shrugs, "I don't know. Find out when I pick up the van. It's a job I just lined up with an old mate of mine. Trouble is I have to line up my own help." Craig, looking dubious, says, "Normally, of course, I wouldn't think twice, but I've got to help Debbie out with 'Home in Style'--" David interrupts him and says, "Listen, don't worry about it; I'll do it myself. It could make me late, though, so will you fill in for me on the garbos' run this evening?" Craig, looking suddenly wary, says quickly, "Hey, I've been dying to shift furniture! It's a great job; I always said so! When do we start?!"

A short time later, David and Craig head outside. Debbie follows them with a basket of washing, warning Craig as she does so not to strain his back. With that, the two men walk off. Debbie heads over to the washing line and starts hanging up the washing. She doesn't notice as the branches of a nearby bush are pulled back and a pair of eyes starts watching her. The eyes belong to Andy. After a few seconds, he climbs out from where he's hiding and calls, "Debbie!" Debbie looks at him in surprise and then runs over to him. She gasps, "What are you doing here? You look awful." Andy just tells her, "You've got to help me. You're the only friend I've got." Debbie stares at him and asks, "What's happened?" Andy replies grimly, "I lost my job... I got kicked out of my flat... Started down here... I got robbed, I went back, I got poisoned... Apart from that, nothing much." Debbie sympathises, "That's awful." Andy tells her, "Debbie, I need someone to look after me - at least until I get back on my feet." Debbie assures him, "Of course. How long has it been since you've eaten?" Andy replies, "About midday yesterday." Debbie goes on, "Well come inside and I'll--" Andy, however, interrupts her and says quickly, "I'd like to eat, but I don't want to go inside." Debbie asks in surprise, "Why not? Everyone's going to want to see you." Andy, though, snaps suddenly, "I don't want to see anyone, alright? Not at the moment, anyway. Debbie, I am at rock bottom: all that bragging I was going on about what a big success I was going to be... it all sounds so hollow now. I just don't want to face anyone. I'll get a job..." He breaks off before saying, "I just thought maybe you could bring some food and blankets out to the back shed and I could bunk out there for a while." Debbie tells him, "You're going to want to get your strength back; you need to be somewhere warm--" Andy interrupts her and retorts, "Debbie, I've told you what I want. If it's a problem, I'll move on." Debbie sighs reluctantly, "If that's what you want..." Andy insists, "It is." He smiles at her, weakly.

Janice and Bones are walking downstairs at the mansion, Bones thanking Janice for all the trouble she's gone to as they do so. Janice tells him, "I just hope you'll be comfortable." Bones smiles, "With you to see to me every need, how could I be anything else?!" Janice comments, "I don't know about your every need..." Bones, though, replies, "Don't you? I thought you and I might make a good team. We might have dinner one night." Janice says quickly, "Yes! We could invite Aunt Fiona along!" Bones, though, tells her, "I was thinking it might be just you and me..." Janice, looking suddenly uncomfortable, murmurs, "Oh..." Fiona and Susan emerge suddenly from Fiona's room and Susan smiles at Bones and tells him, "Well timed: I was just coming up to say 'goodbye'; I'm going home." Bones offers, "I'll take you." Susan insists, "You've done enough already." Fiona, however, tells her, "A little word of advice: never say 'no' to country kindness. It's the best you'll get and the most genuine." Susan accepts this and then turns to Bones and says, "In that case, what can I say?! Thankyou." She and Bones head off, leaving Fiona to comment to Janice, "Poor girl: she's got more problems than Job himself." Janice murmurs, "I know how she feels." Fiona asks in surprise, "What have you got to worry about?" Janice explains, "Bones: seems I've impressed him more than I intended to. I think he's got a crush on me." Fiona looks at her and then says sarcastically, "Oh, you poor girl! Oh I am so sorry for you! How on earth are you going to cope?" With that, she gives a surprised-looking Janice a withering look and heads back into her room.

Susan and Bones arrive at Dural, and as they head inside, Bones enthuses about it being a good year for calving. Susan, though, is engrossed in a leaflet she's picked up on the way in, and she snaps, "Why do they want to send rubbish like this through the mail for?" Bones asks what it is. Susan snaps, "Someone advertising a nappy-washing service. Honestly, the junk you've got to put up with..." Bones points out calmly, "The people that sent that out, they didn't mean any harm; they didn't know what you were going through." Susan looks at him sharply and asks, "And you do?" Bones sits there, looking guilty. Susan pleads, "Please, if you do, say so." Bones explains eventually, "I was the one that told Gordon in the first place. I didn't enjoy it, mind; I just felt I had to stay something." Susan pauses and then says, "Could you stay for a while, Bones? There's a few things I want to know and you're probably the only person who can tell me." Bones assures her, "I'll help in any way I can."

A short time later, Susan pours cups of tea for both herself and Bones and, sitting down, then says, "I thought Gordon glossed over a lot about Huntington's chorea when he was talking to me; I have the feeling that he thought there'd be aspects that would upset me." Bones murmurs, "They'd upset anyone." Susan goes on, "Of course, I could go to a doctor and get him to explain it, but that's fairly clinical. What I want to know is how it affects the sufferer's every-day life and how it affects his family." Bones hesitates and then replies, "You've got to realise I'm no expert; I can only go on what gran told me." Susan insists, "I'd still like to know." Bones explains, "Gran used to say that Arthur Andrews - Nancy's dad - was the sort of bloke that had the world at his feet - from all accounts, he was one heck of a lad when he was young: the locals used to call him 'the boy wonder'! He could do anything he put his hand to - and everyone liked him: he was the sort of bloke who always had a yarn to tell and a glint in his eye. Anyway, eventually he settled down and married Nancy's mum. He would have been about 34 when the Great War broke out - that's the War between '14 and '18 - and Arthur thought it was only right that he should sign up. Anyway, about three years later, they sent him home: they'd discharged him on medical grounds. They reckon he was a changed man, Susan: bad depression... always getting into fights... and all because he was feeling what everyone else could see. His personality was all different: he wasn't the bloke they used to know. They put it down to the War, you know - shell shock; something like that - but he didn't get any better; he got worse. So, him and his missus moved to a farm way out the back of beyond, somewhere. God knows how she did it but she managed to keep him together right 'til the end." Susan asks, "'Til he died?" Bones, however, sighs, "With this disease, the end is when they put you away; when the the people looking after you can't cope anymore: with washing you and feeding you and coping with the mood swings... and acting crazy all the time. Arthur's wife loved him, but it got to the point where she just couldn't cope anymore. He ended up at Elmwood Park hospital. In those days, they used to call it a lunatic asylum. Susan's eyes widen in horror, and she murmurs, "Oh God..."

In Sunbury, Andy steps inside the country house with Debbie as she tells him, "No one's going to see you, OK? David and Craig are out shifting some furniture and Ginny's in the garden doing some sketching." Andy, however, growls, "I thought we agreed you'd bring my food down to the shed." Debbie assures him, "I will when there's too many people around - but right now there aren't, alright?" She then indicates some plates on the table and says, "Stop complaining and start eating!" Andy looks at the meal but then recoils away in horror. Debbie asks in surprise, "What's wrong?" Andy coughs, "Stuffed peppers. That's what I ate at Ali--; at some restaurant, where I got poisoned." Debbie, looking concerned, says, "Leave them, then. Just eat the chicken instead." Andy nods, "I will." He sits down and starts stuffing his face as Debbie looks on. After a few seconds, he glances at her and comments, "Eating like a pig, aren't I?" Debbie insists, "I'd be the same if I was as hungry as you." Andy, however, tells her, "I hate you seeing me like this, Debbie... down and out." Debbie asks sharply, "You think it's going to make a difference to our friendship, do you?" Andy asks, "Doesn't it?" Debbie sighs, "I thought you'd know me better than that by now: I like people because I like them, not because of how much money they've got or haven't got. In fact, if I was to be really honest with you, I think I like you better now than I did when we first met. At least I know now I'm seeing you." Andy, staring into the distance, murmurs, "You know something? I know we could never be any more than friends, but I'm glad we've got that: it's important to me; it means a lot." Debbie assures him, "It means a lot to me, too."

A short time later, Debbie and Andy step out through the back door, Debbie saying as they do so, "I hope you're not the kind who gives into paranoia: all this hiding and looking over your shoulder... you'll end up frightened of your shadow, if you're not careful!" At that moment, Ginny walks round the corner and stops in her tracks as she finds Andy standing there. She then says curtly, "Well, well, well, the people you run into!" Andy just mutters, "Ginny..." Ginny goes on nastily, "Not looking as smart as you used to, Andy. Then again, you're out of a job these days, aren't you? Money a bit short all-of-a-sudden, is it?" Debbie chips in in surprise, "Do you two know each other?" Ginny retorts sourly, "Yeah, we know each other. Used to be in the 'recording' business together." Turning back to Andy, she asks, "What are you doing in Melbourne? Not a last resort, is it?" Andy doesn't respond. Ginny just gloats, "Poor Andy's down on his luck. How sad." Debbie warns, "Ginny..." Ginny, however, snaps, "As far as I'm concerned it couldn't happen to a nicer guy." She then says to Andy, "Bet you're worried I'll tell Wayne where you are, right?" Andy stares at her and she smiles, "Thought so!" Debbie, however, growls, "God, look, Ginny. I don't know why you hate him so much, but just give it a rest, OK? He's my friend and he's not very well, so just stop hassling him." Ginny mutters, "Can't be too choosy who you pick as friends." Debbie retorts, "I picked you, didn't I?" Ginny insists, "You don't know what he's like." Debbie, however, tells her, "I think I do." She then suggests to Andy, "Let's go." They walk off, leaving Ginny smiling to herself.

A few moments later, as they start walking across the grounds, Andy murmurs, "I can't stay here anymore." Debbie insists, "I'll make sure Ginny doesn't tell anybody." Andy, however, snaps, "I wouldn't trust her an inch." Debbie asks in surprise, "What happened between you two?" Andy, though, retorts, "It's a long story. If you don't mind, I'd rather not go into it." The roar of a car engine suddenly appears in the distance and Debbie comments, "Ut oh - it's Craig and David." Andy mutters, "That's all I need." The car comes to a halt a few yards away from them and David and Craig climb out. They walk towards Andy and Debbie and David snaps at Andy, "You must have a hide thicker than an elephant's. What are you doing here?" Andy murmurs, "I came to see Debbie." David growls, "Did you, now? Well, you've seen her; now disappear before I knock your stupid head off." Debbie chips in in surprise, "Hey! What's he done to hurt you?" David growls, "What's he done? Run me into the ground. Had my market garden destroyed, then had my truck stolen and wrecked." Debbie looks at Andy and gasps, "Is that true?" David snaps, "Of course it is. Wayne masterminded most of the things, but he put them into action." Andy says tersely, "Look, I've finished working for Wayne. He chucked me out; he even took my car." David, however, walks up to him and pushes him to the ground, snarling, "Save your breath, 'cos I'm not interested. Now, get off my property." Andy stares up at him sadly from where he's sprawled on the grass.