Martha scrambles around in the Rocket’s office, trying to make her voice heard over the pounding music and shattering glass downstairs.When smoke starts to pour though the door, scenes from the Wicker Man flash though Martha’s head and she begins to panic properly.Jack finally checks his voicemail, and is at the club faster than you can say “singed eyebrows”. Jack clocks the fire and darts inside, hunting for Martha. Like a muscle-bound hero, he busts the office door and drags Martha out into the open. Phew. It takes her about five minutes to recover. “I could have walked out at any time. I was just testing,” she winks, disturbed by the rush of hormones she feels towards fireman Jack. She shakes her head and fills the police in on Cam and Terry Mitchell’s antics.Catch me if you CamCam, meanwhile, has made a speedy exit and is on the phone to Cindy, begging her to cover his alibi. When Jack and Martha arrive home he rearranges his wounded-soldier face.

Jack doesn’t buy it. “What’s in the bag, mate?” he yelps, pushing the Eyebrow onto the floor and cuffing him.

He finds stolen cash and Martha’s jewellery in the bag, but nothing fire related. Down at the station Cam maintains his innocence, trying to pin the blame on Terry Mitchell.

But Cam’s fingerprints have been found at the charred Rocket, and Jack has persuaded Cindy to make a statement. As the two pass in the hallway, Martha gets some stuff off her chest. “You’re pathetic!” she screams. “You loved every minute of it!” Cam hollers back, before he is dragged off in handcuffs.

It’s the moment the whole of Summer Bay has been waiting for.

Peter the wolf

Following their lusty reunion, Amanda and Peter lie together, staining the nice pastel sofa with their sweaty bliss.

Peter’s magic touch seems to have miraculously cured the Mand of yesterday’s aches and pains.

Belle barges in and is embarrassed to see her mam in such a state of post-coital undress. “I came to cheer you up. Clearly someone beat me to it!” she cringes.

Everything looks peachy in that department, until we notice Peter’s face – he looks like a man destined for the gallows. And who could blame him? Mandy wants to “talk about us,” and wants him to move back in pronto.

When she finally starts to twig that he’s holding back, she calls him round urgently.

Amanda pretends she’s had a change of heart, that they’re rushing into things and should cool it. When Peter agrees enthusiastically and looks relieved, Amanda is crushed.

Peter then goes and rubs salt in the wound by telling her he didn’t really enjoy their little romp earlier. The swine. Has Kelli won after all?

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