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Had Carla actually picked up?
“No I errr, I had to move in the end, im staying at a new place now…its erm its called rhubarb hill hotel…”
“Rhubarb hill hotel?”
“Yep… yeah im in the blessing suite.”
“Well I hope your having a good time, I’m missing ya.”
“I miss you too bets, so much. But listen darling I'm going to have to go, I told my dad I’d ring him.”
Lisa’s brain screeched to a halt. Her dad? Carla’s dad was dead. What was Carla talking about?
Her entire body suddenly electric with dread.
Carla had just told Betsy she was in danger.
Canon divergence - what if Carla had snuck in more than just the what3words, what if she’d used their secret code word for danger?
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Carla almost succeeds in her attempt to escape from Becky's flat, but is knocked unconscious. But before Becky attacked her, she had grabbed her phone. During her last moments, she goes through messages and voicenotes Lisa had sent her while Carla had been kidnapped. With new determination, she makes another attempt in escaping, but even if she's free, she cannot celebrate as she and Kit race against time to catch the Swains.
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My take on Carla being kidnapped, held in a shipping container, her and Kit during the Corriedale episode and later Carla with Lisa in the hospital.
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08 Jun 2026
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What if, when Becky had returned, Lisa hadn't fallen for every lie...?
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One year after leaving Runway, Andy Sachs' life is falling apart at the seams. Bruised and broken in more ways than one, fate delivers her, quite literally, right back into Miranda's arms when she needs her the most. Okay, maybe it wasn't fate. Maybe it was just a crack in the pavement she'd tripped over. But it was a second chance, nonetheless. She decided that day that she would, ironically, run away again. She would run away from someone who meant her harm, and run towards the only thing that mattered anymore.
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“This is the third time this week I’ve watched you go pale,” she said coldly.
Her eyes moved over Andy.
Down - slowly - then back up.
Andy searched her expression, still impossible to read.
“I’m just tired.”A story of two people who, without realizing it, begin to matter to each other in ways neither of them intended.
Someone who builds walls.
And someone who stays anyway.