Either she was dreaming, or she was dead. There was no other way she could possibly be back in her former bedroom at The Grange.

Juliet blinked several times before reaching out to touch the bedside table. It certainly felt real. But then again, didn't everything in a dream feel real? When she dreamt of falling, it always felt as if she actually was. And more than once she had woken, crying, from a dream.

'Juliet?' The voice certainly sounded real. And it was Harrison's. Clearer and closer than it had been when she'd heard it at the Christmas tree farm on Monday. It sounded a little deeper than it had, and there was a fearful quality to it. But it was definitely his. 'Juliet? Can you hear me?'

'Yes, Harrison. I can hear you. But my head hurts. Am I dreaming? Or am I dead?'

A sigh of relief; a gurgle of laughter; a touch of a hand.

'Neither, Juliet. But you came pretty close to the latter.'

Memory streamed in on her and she tried to sit up, but the effort was too much. She fell back onto her pillows and sunk into the softness as if her head rested on a cloud. But it was still hurting. Why did her head hurt? Had she hit it? No. But the last thing she could remember was dropping through the ice like a bullet and being surrounded by darkness and cold.

'What happened?'

Daphne's voice now. 'You fell through the ice, dear.'

'That much I remember.' Juliet tried to focus as Daphne busied herself adjusting the bedding and adding more blankets.

'Are you warm enough?' Daphne asked.

'Yes thanks. Very. But what happened after I fell through the ice?'

'Harrison saved you, dear. He had to give you the kiss of life. Thank heavens he was there, otherwise God alone knows where you'd be right now.'

'At the bottom of the lake, I expect. Wait. What? He gave me the ...' She turned startled eyes towards where his voice had come from and saw he sat by her bed. 'You gave me the kiss of life? You saved me?'

'Just in the right place at the right time.' He gave a nonchalant shrug.

'But ... You jumped into the lake and pulled me out? Just like that?'

He smiled. 'Not, just like that. But yeah. What else could I do?'

'You could've let me drown. No one would blame you. No one would've known. You could've walked away and pretended you weren't even there.'

His face grew serious and he frowned as his voice sounded cross. 'Why in God's name would I do that?'

Juliet lowered her lashes and looked away. 'Because that's probably what I would've done if our roles had been reversed.'

It was a second or two before he answered, and he gave a little laugh. 'No you wouldn't, Juliet. You might have wanted to, but you wouldn't.'

She glanced across at him and tutted. 'Well, I certainly wouldn't have thrown myself into the lake after you. Only an idiot would do that. Don't you know you could've drowned too? Or did you happen to have a rope with you which you tied around yourself and something fixed to the ground, before you jumped in?'

He shook his head and grinned. 'No rope. I'm clearly an idiot.'

'You're definitely an idiot.'

Daphne harrumphed. 'The man just risked his life to save you, Juliet, and you call him an idiot! A thank you wouldn't go amiss.'

Juliet frowned. 'Hmm. I suppose I should thank you.'

'No need. I just did what anyone else would've done.'

She gave a little cough. 'Well. Whatever. Thank you.'

'You're very welcome. Is there anything else I can do for you?' He leant forward, a smile on his lips, a hint of devilment in his brown eyes.

'Yes.' She gingerly lifted the top of the duvet with her fingers and looked beneath it. 'You can tell me where my clothes are, and who the hell undressed me. And whose pyjamas I'm wearing. Please tell me they're not your grandad's.'

Harrison merely grinned.

'I undressed you, dear,' Daphne said. 'And your clothes are in the wash. The pyjamas are Harrison's.'

'Oh. Thank you, Daphne.' She glanced at Harrison. 'You wear pyjamas?'

'In this house, yes. I'd be a bloody fool not to. Don't worry. That pair is brand new.'

'Thank you. Er. How long will my clothes be, please, Daphne? I've got to get home for lunch.'

'You're not going anywhere,' Harrison said. 'Not until the doctor's been, at least. And I still think I should've taken you to the hospital, or called an ambulance. But Daphne said it was more important to get you warm and dry. And as she was a nurse, I've taken her word for it.'

'The nearest hospital is twenty miles away,' Daphne said. 'And an ambulance would take forever to get here in this weather.'

'That's true,' agreed Juliet. 'The snow may be melting but conditions are still bad. Cars have been abandoned at the roadside, clogging up a lot of the roads; some are impassable and the police have arranged for tow trucks to come and move them. According to the traffic report this morning.'

Harrison burst out laughing. 'Thank you, Juliet Bell for that update from your bed at The Grange. But seriously, you said your head hurt. Do you remember hitting it as you fell?'

'I don't remember anything, except falling. Then being so cold I couldn't think. And everything was dark.'

'It's probably due to the change in temperature,' Daphne said. 'But the doctor will be here any minute, I'm sure. After Harrison spoke to him, Luke drove into Mistletythe to get him because he said it would be quicker, and we know how fast that boy drives. Oh good heavens. Let's hope they haven't—'

'No,' Harrison interrupted. 'They haven't had an accident. He may drive too fast but he's a good driver.'

'Tell that to my wing mirror,' Juliet said.

Harrison coughed and got to his feet. 'Yes. Well. Today he'll be accident-free. I'd stake my life on it.'

'Have you got a death wish?' Juliet joked. 'First you risk it saving me. Now you're risking it on Luke's driving.'

Harrison grinned, but his eyes held some concern. 'I'll go and see where the doctor is. My phone's knackered. It was in my pocket when I went into the lake. I'll have to use the landline again. Oh. And we've called your family but had to leave a message because the answerphone picked up.'

'My family? Oh God. You know they'll be banging the door down the minute they get your message, don't you? That'll please your grandad.'

'I expect he'll invite them to take tea. Now don't move. I'll be back in a minute.' He pointed a finger at Juliet.

'Don't tell me what to do. But I can't go far, can I? Unless I want people to see me running around the streets in your pyjamas.'

He raised his brows. 'Now there's an image that'll be with me for the rest of the day. I'll leave Juliet in your capable hands, Daphne.'

Before Juliet could say anything else, he had gone.