Beryl is pouring some tea for Gordon in the lounge room at Dural when Wayne marches into the house and snaps, "He's gone." Gordon looks at him and asks, "Who's gone? What are you talking about?" Wayne retorts, "Richard. He's run away. All his clothes are gone." Beryl asks, "Doesn't anyone at the hospital know where he is?" Wayne growls, "No one." Beryl comments, "Goodness knows what damage he'll do to himself, running around the streets before he's better." Wayne, however, tells her, "His wound's healed; he was going to be discharged tomorrow anyway." Gordon asks his son, "What are you going to do? Call the police?" Wayne retorts, "No." Gordon asks in surprise, "Why not?" Wayne snaps, "Because I'm not the kid's father or legal guardian. As soon as they found him, they'd take him away from me and put him in a Home." Gordon points out, "The important thing is that he's found." Wayne just snaps, "I'm not bringing in the cops and that's all there is to it." Gordon asks, "How do you intend finding him?" Wayne shrugs, "I don't know - but don't you worry about it: he's not your problem, he's mine."

Michael is sitting with Fiona in her room at the mansion. Fiona hands him a slice of cake and smiles, "This will make you think better!" Michael tells her, "I need the energy - all those reports I have to write up." Fiona sighs, "You doctors; you never seem to stop!" Michael then says seriously, "Why did Tick run off?" Fiona comments, "Who knows? I do worry about him, though. He's a dear little kid; I really have got a very soft spot for him." Janice walks in suddenly, commenting, "I thought I could smell afternoon tea!" She spots the cake suddenly and, grabbing a slice, adds, "And you've been down to the cake shop! You must've known I was coming!" As she stuffs the cake in her mouth, Fiona gasps in shock, "Janice!" Janice just murmurs, "Sorry - I'm starving. You forget: I'm eating for two now." Fiona sighs, "You think you're eating for two. I flatly refuse to believe you're pregnant until you've been to see a doctor." Janice retorts, "No. I've explained all that. You know my reasons. I've had the test and it's positive. That's it." Fiona looks at Michael and sighs, "The 'test' she's talking about, Michael, is a mail-order kit. That's hardly likely to be accurate, is it?" Michael looks at Janice and tells her, "Fiona's right, Janice: if you are pregnant, you have a responsibility to the baby. You ought to have a doctor involved right from the beginning." Janice just says bluntly, "No." Fiona sighs, "Janice... you're just being stubborn." Taking out a notebook, Michael says, "I'll give you the number of a woman doctor. She's a friend of mine. It's a simple test: no questions asked, no judgement made... just good, honest, friendly advice." He hands over a piece of paper on which he's written a number. Fiona smiles, "Good girl." Janice, however, snaps, "I haven't changed my mind." Fiona exclaims in exasperation, "Janice!" Janice insists, "I will go to a doctor eventually, but just not for a couple of months. It's not necessary, no matter what either of you say." Fiona tells her, "You're being a very silly girl." Michael stands up and announces that he has to go. Fiona asks, "So soon?" Michael nods, "All those reports." With that, he heads off through the gap in the bookcase into his own room, taking some cake with him. He suddenly hears the 'phone ringing out in the hallway and he goes to answer it. He listens and then says, "I don't know if he's in. I'll call him." He calls, "Tony... there's a call for you." In his room, a pair of child's hands reach out suddenly and grabs the slices of cake that Michael placed on the table. In the hallway, Michael tells the caller, "I'm sorry; he's out. Can I take a message?" He listens and then nods, "I'll tell him." With that, he hangs up and returns to his room - where he stares at the empty plate of cake in surprise!

Outside, Tick runs over and hides behind a wall. He then starts eating the cake, hungrily.

It's nighttime, and Janice is sitting in Fiona's room saying, "I've been thinking, Aunt Fiona, about my future after the baby's born." Fiona asks, "And?" Janice tells her, "I've decided to become a missionary." Fiona stares at her in shock. Janice goes on, "I just couldn't cope with being an unmarried mother living in the same city as my parents. The only alternative is to move - and the jungle highlands of New Guinea sound very appealing." Fiona smiles at her wearily and sighs, "Janice, dear, that isn't the answer. All your friends will be here. I'll be here to help you. There's no need to run away and hide." Janice, however, insists, "Yes there is. I can't help the way I've been brought up. I feel guilty because I've disgraced the family name. The only way I could live with it is if I was married." Fiona retorts, "Well you're not married - and unless someone comes marching into your life in the next couple of weeks--" Janice interrupts and smiles warmly, "Oh, wouldn't it be wonderful if they did; if I met someone really nice...!" She stares into space before saying, "Call me when dinner's ready, Aunt Fiona. I'm just going to freshen up." With that, she heads out of the room, leaving Fiona looking worried.

As she heads out into the corridor, Janice spots Michael heading off to the laundry, carrying a pile of clothes in his arms. She stares at him for several seconds before calling out to him, "Do your own washing, do you?" Michael smiles, "It's not going to clean itself!" Janice laughs out loud! She then says more seriously, "That doctor you told me about..." Michael asks, "Did you give her a ring?" Janice replies, "No, I didn't. Actually, I thought we might have a bit of a talk about it." Michael looks at his watch and comments, "I'll break for dinner. How about we grab some takeaway?" Janice, however, says, "I couldn't interest you in some home cooking, could I?" Michael tells her, "I wouldn't want you to go to any trouble." Janice insists, "No trouble." Michael smiles, "OK - you're on. Give me an hour to finish my report." Janice beams, "Great!" As Michael walks off, Janice watches him go, a broad smile on her face...

Gordon is talking on the 'phone in the hallway at Dural, asking, "Did Alison say why she wanted to sell?" He listens and then says, "I suppose she had her reasons... No, I'll buy them myself. I'll send the cheque around tomorrow... OK. Fine." He hangs up and heads into the lounge room. Beryl is standing there, looking at two dark jackets placed on the couch. Gordon puts his hands on her shoulders as she murmurs, "It's silly, I know, but I can't decide which one to wear to Susan's service. It's the last thing I should be thinking of, but I can't help it..." Tears well-up in her eyes as Gordon says softly, "I know." Beryl whispers, "I'm glad you'll be there." Gordon tells her, "Me too." He then goes on, "The accountant just told me that Alison's selling all her shares in the company. I'm going to buy them and give then to you as a gift." Beryl looks at him and exclaims, "No!" Gordon asks, "Why not?" Beryl tells him, "They're worth far too much. I couldn't accept that." Wayne walks in suddenly and snaps at his father, "Apart from the fact I don't think you should be giving Hamilton Industries stock away." Gordon just mutters, "Oh, don't you?" Wayne retorts, "No, I don't. It'd be far better for you and I to keep it, rather than introduce another shareholder." Gordon demands, "What if I told you it was none of your damned business, that I'm buying them with my money and I'll do with them what I will? Don't you tell me what I can and cannot do." Wayne murmurs, "I was only thinking of the good of the company." Gordon snaps, "Rubbish. You're against the idea because Beryl's involved; it's as simple as that." Wayne glares at Beryl in annoyance.

At Beryl's, Susan picks up a framed photo of Beryl holding Robert. She stares at it, looking upset. She then looks at the telephone. After a few seconds, she puts down the photo, goes and picks up the 'phone handset and starts dialling a number. She appears to have second thoughts, though, and hangs up again. She stands there, looking anguished.

Michael is sitting with Janice in her room at the mansion, smiling, "One thing about mum: she can cook! Should taste her home-made bread. Fantastic!" Janice smiles at him as he goes on, "I can still smell it now. That's one of the things I miss being down here in the city." Janice asks, "Mum's cooking?" Michael replies, "Not only that; I guess I sort of miss the whole way of life. I never used to think about it when I was there, but being down here..." Janice completes, "Makes you appreciate family life all the more?" Michael nods, "Yeah." Janice smiles, "That's great!" Michael asks in surprise, "Why?" Janice tells him, "Because you're not scared to admit how loving a family can be - and that it's what you really want from life." Michael nods thoughtfully, "Yeah... I guess it is." Janice smiles at him, warmly.

It's the next morning, and Glen is sitting with Fiona at a table in her room. She asks him, "How do you like the table? It's one of May's old ones from the storeroom." Glen just murmurs, "Really?" Fiona smiles, "Yeah!" Glen, looking disinterested, comments, "Tony Anderson's stereo was loud last night." Fiona asks, "Do you want me to say something to him?" Glen replies quickly, "No, no. I had other things on my mind to keep me awake." Fiona muses, "Susie's memorial service." Glen nods, "Yeah." Fiona asks, "Are you going?" Glen tells her, "I can't. You know what Wayne's like: if I show up, he's bound to cause a scene, and I don't want that." Fiona murmurs, "It is a pity - but I do understand." Glen tells her, "Anyway, I don't need a memorial service to remember Susie by. I'll never forget her; she'd know that." He then says, "I might go upstairs." He walks off just as Janice walks in and says to Fiona, "Isn't it a beautiful day? I feel on top of the world!" Fiona stares at her and asks, "Why's that?" Janice tells her, "Last night with Michael was just perfect. I'm most impressed; he's a wonderful man. He comes from a good family and he's honest and gentle and understanding. I've decided he's the perfect father for my child." Fiona stares at her in shock and says, "I--I don't think I'm hearing right. What did you say?" Janice, sitting down on the couch, beams, "Michael would be the perfect father!" Fiona murmurs in concern, "That's what I thought you said." She then goes on more curtly, "You mean you would seriously consider marrying him so that he could become a father to your child?" Janice nods, "Yes." Fiona snaps, "That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard in my life." Janice insists, "I'm serious." Fiona, moving over to sit next to her, sighs, "I know you are, but Janice... you don't know the man." Janice retorts, "We've just spent a whole night getting to know each other. And I've discovered that he's a good, strong, principled man with old-fashioned values." Fiona asks, "What about love?" Janice snaps dismissively, "What about it?" Fiona points out, "Surely you know that the basis of a good marriage is built on love?" Janice retorts, "Of course I do - and I'd have no difficulty in loving him." Fiona, however, asks, "Could he love you?" Janice tells her, "I believe so. We've got a lot in common." Fiona says warily, "I suppose you know that he's not interested in getting married until he's set up his own medical practice?" Janice, looking annoyed, mutters, "No." Fiona goes on, "He has got no intention in the world of getting tied-up until his professional life is in order." Janice shrugs, "That's probably because he hasn't met the right woman yet. I think I can change his mind." Fiona murmurs, "The best of good old British luck, dear, because he's a very determined young man." She then stands up and announces, "I have to go down to the store before we leave for the memorial service - but before I do, there is something I have just got to say: Janice, please don't build up your hopes. I don't want to see you hurt again." Janice stands up and smiles, "I'll be alright, aunty, you'll see!" With that, she heads out, leaving Fiona looking concerned.

A short time later, Fiona heads off down the mansion's front path, still looking worried. Tick watches her go. He then dashes into the mansion and into her room, where he picks up some morsels of cake left over from morning coffee.

As Fiona heads down the street, she checks her bag and realises she's forgotten something.

Tick is still picking up leftovers in Fiona's room when he hears a noise. He dashes across the room to the bookcase, to hide. Fiona walks into her room, picks up her purse from the table and walks off again. Tick watches from the open gap in the bookcase, not realising that the other side of the case comes out into Michael's room. Michael turns and looks at the boy and exclaims, "Look who's come out of the woodwork!" Tick stares at him and then goes to run out of the room. Michael, however, leaps up and grabs him. Tick cries, "Put me down!" Michael warns him, "Not if you're going to run off." Tick tells him, "I won't." Michael asks, "Promise?" Tick nods, "Yeah - but you've got to promise me not to tell anyone where I am." Michael tells him, "OK." He then puts Tick down on the floor and asks him, "Why did you run away?" Tick replies, "Wayne said he was going to put me into a Home again." Michael asks in surprise, "Where did you get that idea?" Tick tells him, "I heard him talking." Michael says, "I think you've misunderstood. Wayne promised to look after you; he wouldn't go back on his word. He's been very worried about you. Believe me: he meant it when he said he'd look after you." Tick murmurs, "I suppose I shouldn't've run away." Michael points out, "It's done now - but your timing wasn't too good. You and Wayne are mates, aren't you? Well, today is not the day to run out on a mate. It's Susan's memorial service. I think he'd feel a lot better if you were there with him." Tick asks, "What's a memorial service?" Michael explains, "It's to remember someone you love - and Wayne loved Susan very much." Tick stares at him and asks, "You think he'd really want me there?" Michael tells him, "You bet your life he would." Tick shrugs, "OK."

Susan is pacing the floor of the lounge room at Beryl's. She stares at the 'phone.

The 'phone rings at Dural and Beryl answers it at the bar, saying, "Hamilton house." At Beryl's, Susan tries to speak, but finds herself unable to say anything. She hangs up, looking upset. At Dural, Gordon joins Beryl as she hangs up and mutters, "That was an expensive prank: it was STD." Gordon puts his arm round her and suggests, "Come on - time we went." At Beryl's, Susan stands there, still looking anguished. After a few seconds, she reaches into her handbag and takes out her purse. She looks to see how much cash she has.

Janice, Charlie and Fiona are standing outside the church where the memorial service is taking place. Charlie says, "I must say, I can't wait to meet this Michael Benson." Janice smiles, "He's a lovely man." Charlie, however, mutters, "Not if he's a friend of Wayne's, darling." Janice goes on, "Actually, I'm surprised he's not here by now." Fiona suggests, "He's probably been called back to the hospital. You know what doctors are like." Charlie muses, "You don't need to tell me, darling. I was married to one once - I think!" A car pulls up nearby and Wayne, Gordon and Beryl climb out. Wayne comments to his father, "Michael mustn't be here." Gordon suggests, "Maybe he was held up." Wayne retorts, "Might have decided not to bother." Gordon points out, "There's still time." Charlie walks over to them. She glares at Wayne, briefly, before approaching Beryl and telling her softly, "I'm sorry, darling. I don't know what else to say." Beryl insists, "There isn't anything, Charlie. Thankyou." Charlie takes Beryl's arm and starts leading her towards the church. Gordon goes to follow them. Wayne, however, says quickly, "Dad." Gordon turns to look at him and Wayne hands over a piece of paper. Gordon asks, "What's this?" Wayne tells him, "The eulogy." Gordon nods, "Of course." He heads off inside. Wayne stands there, staring at the church. He then becomes aware of a presence behind him and he turns and finds Michael standing there, with Tick - dressed in a smart suit - by his side. Tick walks up to Wayne, slowly, and gives him a warm smile. Wayne takes his hand.

A short time later, inside the church, the vicar is standing in front of the gathered mourners, reading, "Give us, in our sorrow, the calm of your peace. May our grief give way to joy, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. I am the resurrection and the life, says the Lord. He who believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live. And whoever lives and believes in me shall never die." He pauses before continuing, "I would now call upon Mr. Gordon Hamilton to read a eulogy." Gordon stands up from where he's sitting in a pew with Beryl, Tick and Wayne and makes his way to the front of the church. He unfolds the piece of paper that Wayne gave him, saying as he does so, "Wayne has asked me to say a few words on his behalf." In the pew, Beryl glares at Wayne. Gordon then reads, "Love between two people is like the two sides of a coin: one can't exist without the other. That's the way I feel about Susan: we were a pair; complete. We had so little time. If Susan were here today, she'd be saying, 'Don't cry. Be happy. Life is for living. For fun. Joy. Laughter.'" A tear trickles down Beryl's cheek.

Susan is back at the racecourse, making her way past numerous punters. She approaches a bookmaker, who says, "Yes, darling, what will it be?" Susan hands him some money and says, "Melody Man." The bookie asks, "All of it?" Susan nods, "Yes please." The bookie asks, "Win or place?" Susan replies, "To win." The bookie comments, "I don't like your chances much. I've been known to be wrong before; not too often, mind." He hands Susan her betting slip. She just murmurs, "We'll see."

At the memorial service, Gordon continues to read, "So this is for you, Susan. All the things that I wanted to say but never got round to telling you. The things that come from being close... from being part of a family. That's why we wanted to start a family of our own: because we've been lucky and have both had parents who showed us what it meant to love someone and stick by them." Gordon hesitates before reading, "Susan and I forgave each other when we made mistakes because the love of a family is the most important thing that anyone can have. I loved you, Susan, and I'll never forget you." As Wayne stares at his father, he steps down and returns to his seat.

At the racecourse, Susan makes her way through the crowds, back to the bookmaker. He asks, "What'll it be this time, girlie?" Susan holds out some notes and replies, "Lord Alfred." The bookie sighs, "You're joking. It hasn't got a hope. Save your money." Susan cries, "I've got to try and win back some of the money I've lost." The bookie tells her, "You won't get it back on that nag. Go home while you're still in front." Susan tells him curtly, "I want to back Lord Alfred." The bookie sighs, "OK. Far be it for me to try and talk any sense into you, but you're throwing good money away on bad." He then takes a coin out of his pocket and, handing it over, says, "Here: keep a dollar for the train home. You're going to need it." Susan stares at the coin and then walks off.

Wayne is standing with Tick and Michael outside the church. As Gordon emerges from the church, Michael suggests to Tick, "How about we go to the shops? I'll buy you an ice cream." Tick looks at Wayne and asks, "You reckon you'll be OK, dad?" Wayne nods, "I reckon I will be." Gordon joins his son and, holding out the piece of paper, says, "I don't know whether you want to keep this or not." Wayne takes the piece of paper. Gordon then says more curtly, "I got the message, Wayne: all those references to forgiveness and family. I still love you - but I have no intention of ruining my future with Beryl. I just don't want you part of my life." With that, he walks off, leaving Wayne looking shocked.

A short distance away, Charlie, Janice and Fiona are standing with Beryl, and Fiona asks her, "Are you alright?" Beryl nods, "Yes. Thankyou." She then turns to Janice and says tearfully, "Thanks for coming, Janice." Janice tells her, "It was the least I could do." Gordon walks over to them and asks Beryl gently, "Ready?" Beryl murmurs, "Yes, I think I'd like to go now." Gordon helps her over to the car. Fiona and Charlie watch them go and Fiona says to Charlie, "I think Gordon is feeling it just as much as Beryl. Seems it's drawn them a lot closer together." Realising that she's put her foot in it, she then adds quickly, "Oh, I'm sorry, Charlie." Charlie, however, tells her, "Don't worry, Fiona - I'm not going to burst into tears because you mentioned Gordon and Beryl. You can say what you like, because I'm over it. Gordon and I were all wrong for each other. If we had got married, we'd probably have ended up another statistic in the divorce courts and I need that like I need a hole in the head!"

The front door opens at Dural and Beryl, Gordon, Tick and Wayne head inside. Beryl murmurs to Gordon, "I'd better finish the packing; I told playgroup we'd pick Robert up about four." Gordon insists, "There's plenty of time for that. Why don't you go upstairs and have a rest?" Beryl, however, murmurs, "I'd rather keep moving." Gordon suggests, "Why don't I make a cup of tea?" Beryl nods, "That would be lovely." She turns and heads upstairs. Gordon strides into the lounge room and asks, "Wayne, cup of tea?" Wayne replies, "No thanks." Gordon then looks at Tick, who says, "Orange, please." Gordon heads off into the kitchen. When he's gone, Tick looks at Wayne and asks, "What's wrong?" Wayne murmurs, "Nothing." Tick tells him, "You seem a bit upset." Wayne asks, "You want to know the truth? Gordon and Beryl aren't just going away for a holiday; they're going away for good. It's going to be pretty lonely." Tick, however, exclaims excitedly, "Don't worry - I'm still here!" With that, he throws his arms round Wayne. Wayne sits there, a happy smile on his face.