"This is my last day. I should've ended it all ages ago. There's a hatch above me. I'll open the hatch. Climb out. Jump. Then the pain is gone. Forever. I miss you so much mum. I wish you could've been with me. Maybe soon I will be with you. I hate the things my foster parents do to me. Every day. There's just no other way out. No other way. This is it."

Kelly could hear the kid's thoughts as though she were in the same room as him. She had been cleaning the stairwell of the flats for her community service and was walking past the lift when she heard the thoughts coming from the lift. Kelly knew the kid in the lift was in trouble. Deep trouble. She knew she had to act fast. She banged on the lift doors and shouted.

No reply.

Nothing.

Was it too late?

Kelly ran to get help. She ran up the stairs and ran along the balcony of the flats, desperately hitting every door as she went. At last one of the doors opened and an old lady stood there.

"Is it about my gas?"

Breathing heavily, Kelly said, "No, it's not your gas. Have you got a fucking hammer?"

The old lady turned and shouted upstairs at her husband. "George, have we got a fucking hammer?"

George shouted back, "Is it important?"

The old lady turned to Kelly and said, "Is it important?"

Kelly said, "Yes, it's fucking important."

The old lady shouted upstairs, "Yes, it's fucking important."

George replied, "I'll bring it down. And stop swearing."

Kelly was in no waiting mood. She burst into the flat and ran up the stairs and got to George before he had even hit the second step down. She grabbed the hammer so hard poor George had to grab the banister to stop himself from falling! Kelly ran down the stairs, threw in a quick nod to the old lady and then ran flat out to the lift doors. She rammed the claw of the hammer into the crack of the lift doors and pulled as hard as she could. The lift doors opened.

She looked down the lift shaft. Then she saw it. Her heart sank. No, her heart died. She slumped on the floor. Devastated.

Despair.

But then.

A thought dawned.

Hope in the gloom.

Inspiration.

"CURTIS!"

Kelly jumped up and ran flat out down the stairs and to the community centre. She found Curtis by his locker.

"Curtis, you've gotta turn back time RIGHT NOW!"

Curtis stood back. "What? It doesn't work like that. It has to be important and stuff."

Kelly said, "Well it does work like that now, mate". Kelly grabbed a chair. "If you don't turn back time now I'll fucking smash this over your head. Is that important enough for you?"

Curtis wasn't in the mood to argue with an angry Kelly with a chair. "Alright! Alright! I'll try."

Kelly watched Curtis's eyes. At first, nothing.

Curtis frowned.

"Keep trying!"

Then Kelly saw Curtis's eyes dance into life. And there was hope!

Young Shane walked along the pavement, heading for the flats. Heading for the lifts. He wasn't aware of anything around him - he just looked at the floor, deep in thought, a lost soul.. The same thoughts kept running round his head. The same thoughts, over and over gain. These were to be his last thoughts. He knew that. Then, as Shane approached the doors of the flats, a hand landed heavily on his left shoulder. Then another hand landed heavily on his right shoulder. Shane was yanked off his feet and found himself dragged into an alley.

"Alright mate? We're your guardian angels!"

The boy looked at Kelly and Curtis in a state of shock. "What the…?"

Kelly said, "No worries, mate. We're your fucking guardian angels, innit. And we're gonna give your shitty foster parents a good kicking."