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Gene twiddled with the playing card that was being protected by the plastic evidence bag."He was a cop killer, Sam." He sighed, sitting down in the chair in his office.

Sam sat himself down on the chair opposite, listening intently.

"It was Christmas Eve, 1967 when the first body turned up," Gene continued. "We pulled the body out of the canal, only to find that it was one of our officers. The another one appeared. And another. All in all, 5 cops were killed. 1 from here in A Division and 2 more officers from downstairs. And each time, our killer left a little gift." Gene waved the bag he was holding. "The ace of hearts."

"3 officers were lost from this station?" Sam asked, shocked.

"Yeah. And we never caught the bastard. God, I'd love to rip off his testicles and feed them to my dog," Gene said, an angry look in his eyes. He reached down deep in his pockets and found a cigarette. He placed it in his mouth and started lighting it. "I thought the scumbag had disappeared but now he's back."

Sam breathed in deeply, inhaling Gene's smoke, making him cough. God, he hated cigarettes. "It could be a copy-cat killing." he suggested.

Gene shrugged. "I hate the rodent, whether he's a copy-cat or not. We need to find the sod and lock him up for good. All cop killers frighten me, it means my team is in danger and that pisses me off, Sam." He stood up and threw his jacket on, heading towards the door.

"Where are you off?" Sam asked, standing up next to him.

"Beer o' clock," Gene answered, looking at his watch. "You joining me?"

"I suppose I should," he smiled, following Gene out of the door.

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Annie jumped in shock as she rounded the corner, walking straight into Sam.

"I didn't see you there," she smiled. "Where are you going?"

"Pub," Gene said sharply, as if he deperately wanted to get out.

"Go ahead, Guv. I'll catch up with you later," Sam said.

"Oh thank God!" he said, walking away. "I'll leave you two lovebirds alone."

Sam tutted and smiled as Gene walked out of the room. "So," he said.

"So," Annie smiled back at him. Sam grinned, his head starting moving forward, getting closer and closer to Annie. Without knowing it, she started leaning in as well, until finally their lips met. They shared short but passionate kiss. Annie's fingers tenderly stroked Sam's cheeks and he softly ran his hands through her hair. As they pulled away from each other, Sam gave Annie a cheeky schoolboy grin."Annie?" he said.

"Yeah, Sam," she smiled.

"Now that we're, well, you know...urm..." he struggled. "Well, do you want to come on a date with me?"

Annie's face lit up. "Of course I do."

Sam smiled back at her, a wave of relief hitting him. He was glad that she didn't think he was an idiot. Or maybe she did and he just didn't know it yet.

"We'd better leave before Gene jumps to conclusions and starts accusing us of stuff," she laughed.

"That's a good point," he replied, a smirk on his face.

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"Ahhh, here come Romeo and Juliet," announced Gene as Sam and Annie walked through the doors of the Railway Arms. "So, what have you two been up to? Juicy details only please."

"Oh shut up will you? You've only been here two minutes longer than us," Sam replied, sitting down on a spare seat.

"Woah, wait a minute!" Gene cried.

"What?" Sam asked.

"You can buy me a drink!" he protested.

"What the bloody hell for?"

"Being late!"

"You tight bastard," Sam muttered as he walked up to the bar. He was in a good mood so he didn't object to buying Gene's drink. And he knew exactly what he wanted.

"Whiskey chaser please, Nelson."

"Comin' right up, boss," he replied, getting a glass and pouring malt into it.

"Here you go, keep the change," Sam said, taking the glass off of the counter.

"Ahhh, come to papa," said Gene, reaching his arms out to grab his whiskey. "Cheers, Sammy boy."

"You owe me money," Sam said, sitting down. Gene took a sip from his whiskey.

"Nonsense."

Sam smiled, starting to feel thirsty himself now. But out of the blue, a blinding pain shot through his body. "Oh God!" he rasped, his voice fading.

"Sam?" Gene asked, wondering what the hell he was doing.

"I can't see," he struggled to get the words out of his mouth, his breathing getting desperate. And he no longer had any vision, everything had gone black.

"Sam, are you okay?" Annie asked, coming over from the other table. But Sam couldn't answer. He could hear her words but nothing would come out of his mouth. He was just walking through a dark open space, full of nothing. He just kept walking through the emptiness. His head was thumping like it had been in his previous dream. And then he spotted it. The bright light at the end of what seemed to be a tunnel. Sam picked up his pace a little and started to run down the tunnel, even though his feet were throbbing with pain, like they had been earlier. He didn't even know why he was running, there was no point. The end of the tunnel just kept getting further away. And he didn't really need to get to the end anyway, he was just wondering why this was happening to him. Why now? He had settled down after the events that had happened a few months ago. Why did this have to happen?

Gene and Annie's voices had vanished from his head now, there was just silence. He had been walking for about 5 minutes and still, there was nothing. Until the voice that he hated so much appeared in the back of his head.

"Are you lost, Sam?" she asked. He quickly turned around to see the test card girl standing in front of him.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" he cried.

"I'm only trying to protect you, Sam. Remember, I'm your friend," she smiled. And the sad thing was that she was right. In a weird way, she had really become a friend to him.

"But I had gotten rid of my previous life, this is where I want to be now."

"Who said I was part of your previous life, Sam? I am that voice that you've always had in the back of your head. But now you're inside of your own mind, you can see me. And I will always look after you, Sam."

"Well let me get back then, let me wake up. Why do I keep getting these dreams?"

"I've told you before, Sam. The darkness is coming." she warned. "Don't let it get you."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"You're going to get into trouble soon. Serious trouble. Doing something that you know is wrong. It will be up to others to save you." she said.

"What is this all about?" he questioned, feeling confused.

"Wake up, Sam!" she called.

"What?" he asked. He started to rub his eyes, wondering whether he could actually see properly anymore. As he opened them, he was blinded by the white light that had suddenly become a lot brighter.

"Wake up!" there was a soft calling in his ears. But the test card girl's voice had been replaced by Annie's calm tone. Sam could feel himself slipping out of the tunnel. It was a weird feeling, like someone was pulling him backwards at the speed of light. When the sensation was all over, he opened his eyes to be greeted by two blurry figures.

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"Oooh look! He's coming back from Planet Zog!" Gene commented as Sam's eyes fluttered open. Although he was actually quite relieved to see his friend's eyes opening. No matter how rough he looked.

"Here, drink this," said Annie, offering Sam a glass of water. He took a huge mouthful, savouring the cool sensation in his parched mouth.

"What the hell happened?" Sam asked, his throat in tatters.

"You started feeling faint in the pub. And then you collapsed on Gene," she said, trying to sound serious through her laughter.

"Yeah, what the bloody hell was that for?" Gene joked.

"Oh God," Sam moaned. "I didn't make a scene did I?"

"Well, Ray found it amusing," Annie said. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine," he reassured her. "How the hell did you get me here?" he asked, only just realising that he was in his flat.

"We had to bundle you into Gene's car," Annie smiled, sitting herself down on the edge of the bed.

"Yeah, bloody suspicious that looked an' all!" he grunted. Sam started to cough, his face was pale and his skin was pasty. "Bleedin' hell, you look as rough as a dog's arse!"

"Do you want to get some sleep now?" Annie said, placing her hand on Sam's shoulder. He really didn't want to go to sleep, he was too afraid. But at the same time, he knew that would be best. His eyelids became heavy all of a sudden and he realised how tired he really was.

"I'll stay here with you for a bit," Annie offered.

"Wait a minute, Cartwright. Don't be getting up to no monkey business," Gene said, standing up and pulling his coat on.

"Oh shut up, Gene," Sam mumbled, his eyelids already shut.

"Well I'll be off then," he said, heading for the door. "But remember, I am not being no God damn nanny to no God damn kid. So you two be careful." he mocked.

"Just piss off and let me sleep," Sam grumbled.

"Fine," said Gene, heading out of the doorway. "But I did warn you."