"Why am I here again?" Ana asked Tommy as she took in the scenery around her, her hand moving to trace the flowers that grew by the picket fence. The girl never liked the countryside but still admired the beauty of it. Tommy cleared his throat and tapped the girl's shoulder, Ana looking up and following his eye line which was focusing on two boys, one looking around her age and the other younger who were being called in by their mother. "Who are they?" Ana asked again.

"You'll find out, come on," he replied bluntly, their eyes still focusing on the two boys who had now thrown the football over the fence before they leaped over the gate.

The two began walking up the driveway and closer to the house, Ana walking behind him as she took in her surroundings. the teen took notice of the greenness of the countryside and the flowers that grew which wasn't something she was used to having living in Birmingham.

"Mrs Johnson?" Tommy asked as the woman guided her sons inside.

"Yes?" she spoke hesitantly. "Who are you?"

"We're from the Birmingham Council. Bordesley Parish," Tommy replied calmly.

"No one wrote to me," the woman replied nervously. Ana stood beside Tommy and looked up to the house to see the older of the two boys lingering outside the house looking at her and Tommy. "What do you want?"

"I would like to talk to you about your son, about Henry. Can we come in?" Tommy asked and looked over to the boy.

"I'd rather you didn't. He doesn't like to talk about this," she replied panicked.

"I see," Tommy nodded and looked down while Ana was more confused now than what she was before. "So what does Henry know about his real identity, Mrs Johnson?"

"I only deal with Mr Ross from the agency. And he only ever writes. So why are you here in person?" she asked ignoring Tommy's question.

"Well, the boy is approaching his eighteenth birthday," he told her.

Ana didn't like the situation that Tommy had put her in she was now beginning to piece things together and she didn't like it. Henry's real name wasn't Henry but in fact Michael who the girl had heard about by accident from Esme but she knew better than to tell anyone that Esme let slip and that Michael was Polly's son that got taken from her. Tommy's eyes briefly looked to Ana to see the face that he knew all too well. The face she pulled when she had figured something out.

"This isn't right," the woman said, her voice cracking. "You aren't from the council. Something isn't right."

"What does he know, Mrs Johnson?" he asked, voice void of emotion.

"He knows his mother couldn't cope. She drank too much, used opium. She used to beat him," she lied.

"But that's bullshit. You're lying to your son in the hopes that he won't get bored of you and try to find his real mum, aren't you?" Ana chimed in.

"Look, you should come back when my husband is here," Mrs Johnson sighed.

"Does he know what his real name is?" Tommy asked.

"His real name is Johnson. Henry Johnson. I would like you to go away and come back when my husband is here," Mrs Johnson told them, her voice shaky.

Henry or Michael, approached the scene that was unfolding at the bottom of his house, Mrs Johnson looking stressed.

"Truth is he was taken from his mother without her permission," Tommy explained.

"Henry, go back inside, please," the woman begged her son who was getting closer. Closer to the truth that Mrs Johnson didn't want revealing.

"Who are you?" the teenager asked, looking between Tommy and Ana. As he got closer Ana could see the family resemblance, the boy had the same streak of venom in his eye as the rest of Shelby's did.

"Please, Henry, go on!" Mrs Johnson begged now swamped with fear.

"Your real name is Michael Gray," Tommy began, Ana watching as Mrs Johnson's face dropped. "Your real mother wants to see you." He then ventured into his pocket for a piece of paper. "Her address is on the back of this card," he told the boy reaching over to pass it to him but it was swiped from his grasp by Mrs Johnson. "She just wants to talk."

Ana swallowed a gasp while her eyes widened at the sight of Mrs Johnson slapping Tommy's arms and chest, shouting for him to go away. Ana obviously felt bad for the woman but Polly didn't deserve to have her children taken from her either.

"Tom, let's go," Ana told him as she grabbed his arm pulling him away from the woman and in the direction of the car ignoring the sobs of Mrs Johnson. Ana looked back to see the boy hadn't move and was watching the two walk away, she couldn't deny his attractiveness but she also swore to herself that she wouldn't get involved with the Shelby's or Gray's and the books were all she would do.

"He doesn't look like Polly," Ana commented.

"He looks like his father," Tommy told her. "You've never seen him so you wouldn't know what he looked like." Tommy offered her a cigarette which he got a dirty look in return.

"This doesn't mean we're even," she told him, watching the man light his cigarette.

"I know. I sort the Robinsons out then were even," he replied, opening the car door for her.

"Do you feel bad that we just ruined her life?" Ana asked before she remembered who she was speaking to. "Nevermind, you don't feel any emotions do you?"

"No," he replied bluntly as he sat in the drivers side. "I ruin lives everyday."

The drive home wasn't as awkward as the girl thought it would be.

"How are you going to stop the whole Robinson situation?" she asked.

"I'll figure it out but for now don't worry about it. Worry more about how you're going to stop yourself from developing a crush on my cousin," Tommy told her, watching her face fall.

"I do not have a crush on him!" she protested.

"I saw the way you looked at him Ana, it's the same way your dad looks at your mum and the way I looked at Grace," Tommy told her, face turning stoic again. "I've never seen you look at Jack that way."

"I used to," she muttered. "Not anymore, he's not the same person I fell for, he's just someone I've got to spend the rest of my life with because my dad bit off more than he could chew and now I'm paying the price. I'm seventeen and I've already got my life planned out for me and I don't have a say in it."

"If I have anything to do about it, you can start planning your life again," he told her, turning his head to look at her. "I am sorry about what happened to your mum."

"I know," she mumbled. "Still won't stop you though will it?"

"Probably not. No," he shook his head.

Silence fell over the two again well as silent as it could get with Tommy's heavy breathing, to drown the noise out Ana watched as greenness of the countryside turned back into the smog that was so familiar to her. On top of Tommy's heavy breathing was now the machinery noise from the factory that got louder as the car got closer to Watery Lane.

Tommy stopped the car outside Ana's house and watched her walk inside her house before driving to his own house.

"Where have you been?" Thea asked looking over the top of the sofa.

"Out," she shrugged and made her way upstairs to her bed that was the same way she left it weeks ago. The girl got changed and laid in her bed with a book when her dad knocked on the door.

"Come in," she called not taking her eyes off her book.

"Where have you been?" he asked and raised his hand up stopping the girl from talking. "And I want a more descriptive answer than "Out."

"I was at the gym with Isaiah and Finn then went to the cut," she lied knowing the two boys would cover for her, Isaiah especially. Henry didn't noticed the lie and patted her leg telling her to go to sleep soon before exiting her room.

The girl let out a sigh when she heard the man go downstairs before closing her book and laying on her back, closing her eyes remembering the day she just had. The beauty of the countryside, Michael, the flowers and how pretty they were, Michael, Mrs Johnson, Michael again, the attack on Tommy, the way Michael's eyes didn't leave hers then her conversation with Tommy before everything went black. Anastasia dreaming of what it would be like living in the countryside.