She was alive... and he wasn't hallucinating. A part of him wished that he was. That it was just her image he was seeing in the mirror again. A mirror he'd had to replace countless times because he'd broken it. He took a deep breath and left his place and headed to the old Berrisford estate but he couldn't bear making himself go inside. Not after what Robert did to him last time... but he'd wanted to die then. Would've had Max not interfered.

Right... well, it was time to tell Rachel the truth. Even if his mind was on the fact that he'd seen her grave. And had visited it every day since. Somehow all of this seemed wrong now.