Tom They play an upbeat punk/metal sounded song, with various complicated looking power chords. The band is full of energy and are jumping around on the stage enjoying themselves. Catherine baby, we're going down slowly, take me I've heard the worst but honestly I can't get over you I got this feeling when I first saw you It's only thoughts so they can't come through My clever words, they come and go as we speak This, I've got this Oh my god, don't be another one I need a way out Can you help me get there, get there I need a way out, can you help me Catherine baby, we're going down slowly, take me I've heard the worst but honestly I can't get over you Time is running out, let's turn it on What makes the beating in my chest stay strong Body's sweating as you start to do Anything and everything that you want me to I need a way out Can you help me get there I need a way out, can you help me Catherine baby, we're going down slowly, take me I've heard the worst but honestly I can't get over you Tom screams: I wanna see you dance, dance with me Catherine and company, moving now Everybody get down in this town Everybody get down Everybody get down in this town Everybody get down Everybody get down in this town Everybody get down, down, down I need a way out Can you help me get there Get there I need a way out... Catherine baby, we're going down slowly, take me I've heard the worst but honestly I can't get over you Ashley baby, we're going down slowly, take me I've heard the worst but honestly I can't get over you
Corey-Mouths the word-She knows! Tom-Feels his heart rate speed up. What do I do? Jonni-Follow her! Corey-That would be suspicious!
Tom Maybe i can talk to her. Gently sets his guitar down on its guitar stand. Darts out of the building like an absolute mad man.
Tom Stands gauntlessly on the path. Corey-she went home? Tom-Yep! Corey-You really do need to. Tom-Yeah I will. Trudges home with his shoulders hunched over. Stands outside Catherines door contemplating whether or not to knock. Knocks on the door.
Robbie: -walks into the gallery, sees that a girl has dropped a painting, walks over there- Here let me help you -picks the painting up, doesn't realize that the girl is Kaitlyn-
Catherine: Opens door and walks to car and drives to the hospital with Noah. Has a blanket round her shoulders. Biancha: As she is a journalist she begins writing her first article '19 Year Old Causes 37 Year Old To Have Epeleptic Fit!'
Replies: My family will probarly vist her. Runs home-Mum guess what? Mum (Jenny):What? Tom-Catherines in the hospital. Mum-I'll call your Dad and tell him we'll be at the hospital. Tom-Ok. I'll go sit in the car, I guess.