He knows all too well what Jilly's like. Geordie's lost count of the number of nights he's spent wandering the streets of Newford with his best friend. Or the number of nights he's gone out looking for her when she hasn't been home.

But tonight, it doesn't bring a smile to his face like it normally would. That pit of worry continues to build in his stomach. Hearing that she will be back does little to reassure him.

Geordie shakes his head, not really sure where to begin. "Tell me there's something we can do."