Vanessa Scammell

We turned to see our friend running towards us, arms outstretched, embracing us warmly.

It was a beautiful sunny Sydney day.

I remember that she was dressed in active wear with her hair pulled back in a high ponytail.

Craig and I were in our routine black gym gear.

I was wearing my favourite kiss cap.

He wore a grey one that had been gifted to him by his director of photography on the Dr Blake Mysteries.

The things you remember.

Earlier in 2017, our friend Christy and Craig had completed their second year working together on a television comedy drama series called The Wrong Girl, and the latest season had just finished airing.

Craig and Christy had been playing the roles of Eric and Nicky, hosts of a fictional morning breakfast show.

Just weeks before, on September 2, 2017, I had received this text message from her.

So, back on the street, our friend enthusiastically reiterated and added to her text sentiments...

She looked me directly in the eyes to let me know how much it had meant to her.

I was reminded of how tall and imposing she was as I looked up and returned her gaze.

Christy and Craig were like two kids who loved to egg each other on and this series had been no exception.

The Tour de Force was the image she had sent Craig a few months earlier.

In July of 2017, she sent a selfie, a photograph of herself sitting on a toilet, red underpants pulled down to her knees as part of a long-running joke.

As the two of them reminisced about the show, she held our hands.

How's your show going?

I asked.

I had seen her social media posts documenting the fact she was performing a part in another musical theatre production.