So I was thinking about Ashes to Ashes, and then I had a total bimbo moment and realised I'd forgotten about Annie! WPC Annie, you know, Sam Tylers lurrrrve interest. I can understand why the writers did it, but still I LIKED ANNIE.

One more thing: try and imagine this is in a Manchester accent. Makes it sound alot less angsty, and alot more Annie.

"DCI dies in high-speed car chase, body not found."

That was how the newspapers heralded Sam Tyler's death.

Body Not Found.

I don't think anyone really noticed the effect it had on me, not really...I mean, DCI Hunt probably noticed. Chris, probably. But there was a reason I didn't move down to London with them (and lets face it, I was as much a part of the team as they, wasn't I?) and that's because Sam lives here. Lived.

I'm still trying to get the bloody thought into my head. Past tense, Annie, get your head together.

We had seven years, though.

Plenty, really. We could have got married, had kids, a house. We didn't though. Both still in love with the danger of it all...I knew kids would mean I'd have to give up my job. Not like the equal opportunity nonsense Sam keeps banging on about.

Kept banging on about.

I'm still here though, in the flat we shared, with the dodgy floral wallpaper, a little collage forming above my dressing table of newspaper cut outs. The same three words, over and over again.

Body Not Found.

So I'm staying, and it might be futile, and I'm still trying to convince myself, but Body Not Found?

There's still hope.