Sunshine filled the sky as it banished the rain clouds that had darkened the land below. Its light deceived those it touched as it tricked them into thinking it had come to warm the Earth. It was only here to lend illumination, to light their way through the daylight hours until it moved on and the moon took over. Far below its burning centre in the country tucked between America and the United Kingdom a town began to awaken. Of the four towns in close proximity to one another it was the last to unfold itself from sleep's embrace. Outsiders would have said that it lived up to its name as its residents began to go about their morning routines, thinking little of the events of the day ahead.

One house in the town, bright red and standing boldly out from the others showed more activity than the rest surrounding it. Its inhabitants had risen early, all but one of them awake and snoring loudly in his orange fuzzy chair, oblivious to the motions of an argument between two lovers in full swing.

Startled from his slumber and dreams of cake by the sound of a door being slammed, Robbie bolted awake and looked up as if the ceiling would tell him what was going on. He heard stamping feet moving quickly across the landing, travelling down the stairs. Another set of stamping feet seemed to follow behind them and he levelled his eyes to the bottom of the stairs.

Robyn was red faced as she stormed across the living room, Kit looking redder as he followed her. She whirled around, slapping Kit's hand away from her when he tried to place it on her shoulder to halt her progress towards the front door. He jumped back from the sudden contact, moving his hand into a position of defence.

Despite his reputation as the laziest man in Lazytown, Robbie leapt from his chair. "What the hell is going on with you two?"

"I am sick to death of him and his stupid half witted accusations!" Robyn exclaimed without taking her eyes from Kit.

"Stupid, half witted accusations?" Kit bristled, "You might think they're stupid but you still helped your psycho murdering brother escape!"

"He saved those men's lives! He knocked Lily out and he called for help, three men are still alive because of him!"

Kit scoffed loudly, "From what I heard I wouldn't say being quadriplegic, unable to use the right side of your body and brain dead are what you'd call alive! He knocked Lily out, that's sure enough but where is she? For that matter, where is he? Can you tell me that?"

She was too angry to speak. Words floated in her mind that were too hurtful to utter aloud regardless of the torrent swirling inside her. Biting her lip she turned on her heel and threw open the front door but Kit wasn't finished and he called after her, caring little for the impact of what he said.

"That's it! Go on; run away like you always do. Run back to your slut mother like you did the last time you legged it. I'm sure you might even be lucky and find Morgan's keeping a side of the bed warm for you."

He had vastly overstepped the mark. He realised it as soon as he felt Robyn's open hand connect with his cheek, slapping him with such force he stumbled back a step. It burned beneath his fingers as he raised his hand to it, trying to soothe it. A flash of blue caught his eye as he tried to look anywhere but at her. He heard her retreating footsteps as she carried on her way out of the house. Climbing the ladder to what was rapidly becoming her sanctuary.

What had been a flash of blue grew into a mass of blue and white with a black stripe. A chest with an oval badge holding two sides of a blue waistcoat together, a raised number ten upon it came into view. Knowing what was coming if he looked up and saw the face that chest belonged to he lowered his eyes to the floor. He was sure it would be just as bad if he looked at the face the pair of Spats shoes moving awkwardly belonged to and breathed a heavy sigh.

He heard boots tramping towards the open door and forced himself to look up. At first his eyes met with a pair of eyes as blue as ice, an aquiline nose with a pointy moustache beneath it and lips stretched tightly before his glance shifted and found the frowning expression of Langford. He felt himself being pushed to walk backwards as Langford edged further inside the house and closed the door behind him.

"Would you like to tell me what the precursor for that comment was? I'd like to know because I'm pretty sure most of the town must have heard it."

Kit scrunched his face up momentarily as he again tried to look all around him without letting his eyes settle on anything. Like a guilty child he ground the ball of his foot into the floor and swivelled his knee. They were waiting for his answer and there was no good one he could give.

He couldn't escape the situation he'd put himself in.

Up in the airship Robyn lay face down on Sportacus' bed, burying her face in the pillow. She didn't move as a letter tube shot through the floor and landed beside her. A second one followed it minutes after and she considered blocking the hole so no others could disturb her.

She just wanted to be left alone.

As a third letter tube hit her leg she pounded a fist into the mattress and turned herself onto her back. This was becoming impossible and she grabbed up the tubes. Ordering the door to open she walked out of the airship onto it and threw them over the edge. Two clattered on the ground but a third sounded as if it impacted with something softer and she heard a loud 'ouch'. Feeling instantly guilty she knelt on the door and peered over the edge, Boris was standing below rubbing his head.

"I know the phrase about not shooting the messenger doesn't mention not throwing stuff at him but I really think it should." He shouted up to her.

"I'm sorry; I didn't know you were down there." She called back. "What do you want?"

"Before throwing the notes back at me you could have read them first. If I keep shouting like this I'm going to lose my voice, basically the notes were asking you if you were ok and if I could come up."

Robyn bit her lip hard and shook her head, "I think maybe you should take me dropping the tubes on you as an answer."

With that she stood and disappeared from the door as it closed behind her. Boris shook his head before rubbing his neck and turning to walk away. He heard the ladder hatch open and watched with curiosity as the ladder descended. Almost fearful that something else would be dropped on him from above he hesitated before taking his cue and climbing it.