Normally, when people move to "the city", you'd think they'd been swallowed by the Bermuda Triangle as they're never, ever heard from again. (For example: Henry who?) With Cassie, though, this is not the case. In fact, we think she's had more screen time since she went to the smoke than when she was a full time beach babe. However, today she announces that she wants to go back to Summer Bay and live there on a permanent basis. Needless to say, Macca is not impressed. "It feels like I'm being punished for some mistake I've made in the past", he moans. (We're not sure what that mistake could be, are we boys and girls?) Anyway, Cassie later meets up with Sally and explains that the two of them will manage a long-distance relationship despite Macca's initial disappointment. Sally isn't entirely convinced, though, and neither are we when the moon-faced joy assassin tips up on the doorstep to literally try and slap some sense into his girlfriend. "I love you!" he cries, while striking her across the chops. Yeowch - funny way to show it mate. Even though we saw it coming from miles away, it's still pretty shocking - and Cassie is left with no choice but to cast Macca out of her life for good. Later that day, she finds that he's left her a note. "You can do much better than me", it mopes. As his self-pitying tone would make a bishop kick in a stained glass window, Cassie promptly has him charged. Oh, and speaking of violence, that night Alf receives the kind of breathless phone call that would make the mice in the skirting board sit up and pay attention. "That was the prison", he growls, as he turns to face Sally. "It's Ric..."

The Summer Bay scriptwriter has no greater friend than coincidence. For example, the new intern that Rachel has been getting to know has turned out to be Kit's ex-squeeze - and you get the usual jaw-dropped surprise from the pair of them when they clap eyes on each other.

James, who looks like Pete Doherty might if he swapped the crack for meat and potato pies, is particularly agog when he notes that Kit is the size of a bungalow. She's forced to admit that she thought it was best to end their relationship and not tell him about her pregnancy.

"I didn't want you to have to deal with my problem", she explains, before assuring him that the baby is not the fruit of his loins. Poor James is knocked for another six when he realises that his new boss's husband is the child's father. Is he still holding a candle for Kit? Well, if you made it a flame-thrower you'd be closer to the mark.

That afternoon, he approaches her and asks if they can pick things up from where they left off. Kit's pretty taken aback by the idea; after all, she's about to have a baby and wasn't considering finding a new chap anytime soon. However, after consulting Kim (of all people), Kit agrees to give her relationship with James another go. In one fell swoop, yet another prick is added to the thorny threesome of Kit, Kim and Rachel - and we're sure it will add some little-needed misunderstanding, envy and woe to their tale...

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