She let go of her daughter's hand and watched as she raced over to the swings, her face filled with glee as she placed herself down on it and swung her legs in the air, pushing herself higher and higher.

Amy loved days like these. Just her and Leah. And she could tell Leah loved them too. She couldn't afford to spend a lot on her, she couldn't get her the latest games console or buy her the flash trainers she wanted - but it was days like these when those things didn't matter. All it took was a trip down the park or an evening in watching a chick flick with a bucket of popcorn to keep her happy. And in turn, it kept Amy happy too. Leah was the only good thing in her life. Her daughter was all she lived for.

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Amy folded over the top corner of the page she was on and closed the book as she came to the end of the chapter. Her eyes widened in suprised as she looked at her watch. As she looked around, she could hardly believe she hadn't noticed how dark it was before.

Panic began to set in as she gazed round the empty park. Leah was nowhere to be seen.

Amy: Leah?

She began to frantically seach every corner in sight - behind bushes, under slides, even the branches of the trees- but she just wasn't there. It was like she had just disappeared... or worse...

Leah: Boo!

Amy spun round instantly, and breathed a sigh of relief as she laid eyes upon her daughter, who was grinning wildly at her, showing off the 3 holes in the front of her mouth where the last few baby teeth had been. Amy's relief quickly turned to anger, which she wasted no time in venting at her daughter.

Amy (shouting): Leah! Don't you ever do that to me again! Do you know how worried I was? I thought I'd lost you... or you'd been taken or something...look, don't you ever even think about doing that to me again, d'you hear me?

Leah: It was just a joke...

Amy: Do I look like I'm laughing? Hmm?

Leah: No...

Amy: Exactly. I'm far from it. In fact, I couldn't be any further from it at this precise moment...

Leah: Ok, ok. I'm sorry.

Amy: Yeah well, c'mon, we should have been home ages ago anyway.

A disappointed expression crossed Leah's face.

Leah: Oh, but why?

Amy: I'm not going over this again, Leah.

She began to walk away from her daughter, not because she was for one minute going to leave her on her own, but because it was the only way to get her to leave. She knew that Leah was as happy about being outside on her own at night as Amy was.

Sure enough, after barely a minute, Amy could hear footsteps following her.

Leah: Wait, Mum, can't we just stay a little bit longer? Pleeeaasse?

Amy: No.

Leah stopped dead in the middle of the pavement and folded her arms.

Leah: That's so unfair.

Amy: Life isn't fair, Leah, so tough.

Amy began to walk away again and after three minutes it became clear that she was not going to wait around so Leah followed once again.

They walked the whole way back in silence. Well, nearly the whole way. As they approached the high street, the silence was interrupted by some painfully out of tune singing accompanied by an equally out of tune guitar.

Amy didn't even bother to look at the busker as they walked past, but muttered a 'give it a rest, will you' under her breath instead.

"I'd like to see you do better."

Amy came to a halt, taken aback, she didn't think she'd spoke loud enough for him to hear her. What really suprised her though, was how familiar the voice sounded.

Amy: Do I... know you?

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The busker lifted his head so Amy could see his face from underneath the ridiculous straw hat he was wearing. She peered closer at him, then gasped as it suddenly dawned on her who he was.

Amy: Fletch?

Fletch hesitated. He could feel his face going red. He didn't remember this woman at all, but she sure was pretty.

Fletch: I er...

Amy: So you still play? I thought you might've...

She laughed.

Amy: Do you remember that band we had... what were we called now...

Fletch swallowed the pick he that, 10 seconds earlier he had in the corner of his mouth, in a pathetic excuse to look cool. He coughed and spluttered, then breathed out heavily as he felt it finally slide down his throat.

Amy: Are you... ok? Do you need any help there?

She put her hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing. He was still as clumsy and hopeless as ever.

Fletch: No... no I'm fine, thanks. So um... what's going on with you lately?

Amy looked down at Leah, who was now kicking a stones into the pavement.

Amy (whispering): Leah, stop that. Those shoes are new.

Leah: No they're not. You bought them four months ago from the charity shop down the road.

Now it was Fletch's turn to stifle a laugh. Amy noticed, and shot him an angry glare.

Amy: Something funny, Dylan junior?

Fletch rolled his eyes as he remembered the sarcastic tone she always used with him, unnecessarily, most of the time.

Fletch: And what, I suppose you've got a string of Hollywood movies lined up, have you? I bet you've got job offers left, right and centre, I mean, what's there not to love about a single mum who buys their kids shoes from charity shops?

Amy fell silent.

Fletch: Yeah, thought not. At least I'm trying.

Amy: And there was me, thinking maybe you might've grown up a little bit. Well, once an idiot, always an idiot.

Leah: Mum?

Amy: What?

Leah: I thought you said we were supposed to be home ages ago?

Amy: Yeah, you're right. C'mon Leah, let's go.

She firmly took her daughter's hand and walked off, still fuming from Fletch's cruel remarks.

Fletch: Amy, wait.

Amy turned round, a cold hard expression on her face.

Fletch: I'm sorry... about what I said before. It was way below the belt.

Amy's expression softened ever so slightly, then she remembered who she was talking to.

Amy: Yeah, it was. See you round.

She turned back round and proceeded to walk away from him.

Fletch: Baby Diego's.

Amy turned back round again, her eyebrow raised, clearly tired of bothering with him.

Amy: What?

Fletch: The band. We were called Baby Diego's.

Amy sighed, but still found herself hiding a smile.

Amy: Whatever.

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Amy hung up her coat and turned round to see Leah standing expectantly right in front of her, making her jump.

Amy: I wish you'd stop doing that.

Leah: Doing what?

Amy shook her head.

Amy: Never mind.

Leah: Who was that man you were talking to?

Amy (walking into the kitchen, with Leah following): No-one, look, d'you wanna quick snack before you go to bed? Some toast or something?

Leah: Yes please. Mum?

Amy: What?

Leah paused, pondering over how she could rephrase her last question.

Leah: Is he from your work?

Amy: No. He's just some guy I used to know.

Leah: At school?

Amy: Yes, at school. Now drop it, and eat your toast.

She shoved the plate onto the table in front of where Leah was sitting and sighed. Why did she have to be so damn inquisitive all the time? She was glad that her daughter was bright, but it certainly had it's disadvantages.

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As Amy lay in bed that night, she found herself thinking about him. The past that she thought she'd left behind had come back when she'd finally forgotten it. And she wasn't sure how comfortable she felt about him being around.

Since moving away, she'd been able to get on with life her own way, with no baggage weighing her down. What if he was still in contact with the others, and told them where she was? She didn't particularly want to see them again, they reminded her of times she'd rather forget.

Leah: Mum! Mum!

Amy rubbed her eyes and groaned as her daughter bounded into the room, her arms waving madly in the air and her voice loud and piercing.

Amy: What is it?

Leah: You were supposed to wake me up an hour ago! I'm gonna be soooooo late!

Amy: You have an alarm clock, don't you?

Leah: I already told you, it broke yesterday! I specifically asked you to wake me up because-

Amy: Alright, alright, give it a rest. I'll make you some toast whilst you get changed. You'll have to eat it on the way though.

Leah rushed out of the room and back into her room, where Amy could hear her rummaging round, desperately trying to find her uniform.

Amy (shouting after her): Your clothes are hanging up on the back of the door!

She sighed and lazily placed a slice of the bread in the toaster. Barely a minute after sitting down, her eyelids began to drop again, and before she knew it she was somewhere completely different. She recogised her surroundings instantly - the kitchen of her old house in Chester.

"Mum! Guess what happened at school today!"

Amy breathed a sigh of relief as her daughter burst through the door, all smiles as usual.

Amy: Go on, suprise me!

Leah: Well, this boy called Lewis was being really mean to me all day-

Amy: Who? What did he do?

Leah: He kept saying I had chicken legs, and then he made chicken noises-

Amy: Right, I'll go down to the school tomorrow-

Leah: You don't need to Mum! Dad sorted it out, you should've seen him-

Amy: Your... Dad?

"It was nothing, I just gave him a few wise words, that's all."

Amy looked up to see a familiar face in the doorway. Blonde hair, striking blue eyes, dimples on his cheeks where he was trying to hide a proud smile...

Amy eyes widened in shock.

Amy: Fletch?

Fletch is Leah's dad??

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