After the clearing up Yeates had gone back to his room and watched as English slept. It was a miracle she was even alive and though he hadn't told anyone to even be without her for one second killed him. He hadn't seen the horse go down, but when he'd learnt of it there was nothing that was stopping him from being by her side, and he'd never prayed harder. However despite him being thankful that she was alright he knew English had other thoughts. To her not being able to walk properly or do her job was just as good as being dead and had in fact been the subject of argument between the two of them when he expressed concern or tried to make her see that it wasn't all that bad. He couldn't do right for doing wrong.

He'd been back out helping tidy up the rest of the farm for most of Friday, and as the sun began to set he'd called it a day and returned to the house and to his room. A room which did not contain his loving girlfriend. Groaning and rolling his eyes Yeates knew she was safe, she was just making a break for it like she'd threatened all week. Storming back out of the room he spotted one of the kids, who with one look at him turned away and tried to make it up the stairs. "Stop right there mister" the little boy turned slowly and gave a sheepish grin, "Where is she?" slowly the boy point towards the kitchen and with a light slap up the back of the head Yeates rushed through the kitchen, spotted the open back door and scoured the surrounding area of the farm.

Unfortunately for her English hadn't made it very far when Yeates found her. She was hobbling round observing the clear up job and instead of jumping down her throat he stopped short and began to walk calmly. She looked sad, he knew she felt useless but if she didn't rest she was gonna make it worse for herself. "Babe," walking slowly up on her he touched her arm, "You're not doing yourself any favours,"