A/N: I apologise for some of the spelling errors and the like last night, I had been up since 5:30 am filming and did not read it as closely as I perhaps should! Hope you enjoy this chapter, it is gearing up slowly but surely! Please enjoy!

"Tickets please!" The conductor came walking down the carriage, looked to Danielle who was sitting alone, leaning against the window, dreaming about what it would be like when she finally got to meet her birth mother. She was full of anticipation, and fear, but that good kind of fear. This was something she had to do, she had not told her father about it, and she felt it may insult her mother's memory if he knew. Danielle felt a little guilty, but she had a right to know where she came from; and she may be a little naive, but she was not a stupid girl. Though she wanted her birth mother to welcome her with open arms, and her hopes were sky high that this would happen, there was still that chance that she would not; statistics were not on Danielle's side. After all, the woman gave her up for adoption...but she was so young, Danielle clutched at her locket again, she clicked it open, and smiled down at the picture staring back at her. Veronica Mitchell, Danielle had looked at it so often, it was as though the memory was burned into her brain, yet every now and then, she would forget; her memory would become almost fuzzy somehow and she would have to look at it again and remind herself. "Excuse me miss" Danielle looked up at the elderly conductor smiling down at her "have you got a ticket love?" Danielle rooted around in her bag, and there it was, a one way ticket to Kings Cross. "London, ay? Going anywhere in particular?" The conductor made idle conversation as he clipped her ticket. 'Home' was her first thought, but perhaps that was tempting fate a little too much, so she opted for the safe answer, no follow up questions, so she could be alone with her thoughts.

"To see some family, needed a change of pace..." The conductor handed her the ticket, and wished her luck and continued on down the carriage. Soon after, the drinks cart came down the aisle, Danielle bought herself a small coffee, and settled down to watch the rest of her journey. London was calling, this was the first day of the rest of Danielle's life, come what may; whether she was accepted or rejected, of course there was the possibility that her mother was no longer even living in Walford. All she had to go on was the name Veronica Mitchell, and a pub The Queen Victoria, who knows where she was going to end up. Danielle's phone began to vibrate in her bag, she looked down, it was her Dad calling, probably to make sure she was having a good journey, she smiled and answered her phone, and then...and then...what?

This was it. Try as she might, Danielle could not remember any more, she got on the train, and then a blank. A God Damn blank, what happened, the Doctor had said something about it being April, where on earth were these past seven months? Danielle tried once more, the train, the ticket, the coffee, the phone call and...NOTHING! Danielle let out a frustrated sound, she hoped that her mother was still here, and was hoping that she could fill in some of the blanks for her. As she sat back and imagined again what it would be like with her birth mother, a frightening thought occurred to her, how on earth was she supposed to act around her? What did she call her? Had she known long, was Danielle even the same person she was when she left for London that day? Looking around her for some kind of clue, there was nothing; she seemed to have no personal affects around her. She knew that...Veronica? Mum? V? Whatever she was to Danielle, had not been home so she would not have been able to bring anything, but what about other people? There were some flowers and fruit; how cliché she thought, who needs fruit for Goodness sake? She'd been comatose for three days it's not as though was suddenly going to wake up with a hankering for some bleeding grapes. Danielle lay there in amongst her own blank thoughts, she didn't even know where she lived, she was a mystery to herself, and how long was it going to take for her to get some answers, would she ever get her memory back? Who knew, Danielle lay back, and listened to the beeps of her machines and let her imagination take over, the scenarios she had imagined time and time again about meeting her birth mum, they may not be memories, but for now they were all she had; and she lay back, and let them wash over her, hoping that at least one of them could ring some semblance of truth.

The Doctor came into the visitor's room where Roxy and Ronnie had been sat; he gave a reassuring smile to Ronnie, and asked her to accompany him outside. Ronnie was not sure if this was a good or bad thing, but her sister gave her a reassuring smile, and squeeze of her hand, but just as she rose from her seat, another figure burst in to the room. "I want a word with you" were the words from Stacey Slater's mouth; her eyes narrowed as the met the watery blue ones of Ronnie. "What's goin' on with Danielle? You're meant to be her family ain't ya? They way you been acting, you better start behavin' like it. You have been with her for three days and you've told us nothin'. Spill" Ronnie looked at the doctor, and then at Stacey. She went to move past her and out into the hall with the Doctor, but doubled back on herself exploding at Stacey unable to hold her emotions in anymore.

"You know what Stacey? Danielle is my daughter, and I love her and I want to look after her. I have told you nothing the last few days because there has been nothing to tell. Yes, maybe I was a little selfish, but I had just found out that this...girl was my daughter. The daughter that I had been led to believe was dead, so you know what, I apologise Stacey. I'm sorry for wanting to have the chance to be a mum for the first time in my life. If you had given me the opportunity, then I am sure I would have told you what was going on: but I barely even know myself. I don't know what this...this grudge you have against me is about Stacey Slater, because you aren't exactly perfect are you? Let me have this. Let me have my daughter, just for a little while. I am going to be there for her, be the mum she wants me to be. Maybe you should start being the great friend to her that you claim to be." With that, Ronnie marched out of the room with a slight feeling of guilt that Stacey was on the receiving end of one of her rants, all the feelings that had been bottled up finally came spilling out, but at least it made Ronnie feel better, well, a little bit anyway. Taking a deep breath to compose herself, Ronnie stepped into the hall and turned to face the Doctor.

"Miss Mitchell – "

"Please, call me Ronnie." Doctor Kimmy chuckled lightly but corrected himself.

"Ronnie, your daughter has what we call Post-Traumatic amnesia; an accident of this calibre often causes this kind of memory loss, and it seems she has lost around seven months of memory meaning she has 'Retrograde Amnesia', in simple terms this is the inability to recall long term events. This can be hard to come to terms with, both for you and for her, but you must be patient and answer any questions you may have. Now, as I understand it, the two of you have only recently forged a relationship?" Ronnie nodded, this in essence was true, okay it was not the greatest relationship in the world but yes, it was recent. "Okay, well it may be difficult for you, but you are the only one here who she recognises, and so the only one who can see her at this present time. I know this is difficult, but your daughter may never recall the past events, or they could come back to her very quickly; or even somewhere in between. With this kind of injury, it is difficult to tell; each patient is unique, and so what you can do for her, is to try and establish a normal routine, try not to upset her, work with her in order to help her recover. For now though, she wants to see you." As she walked away the Doctor called after her "Oh and Ronnie...be careful" with that, he walked away. 'Be careful?' what was that supposed to mean? The walk to Danielle's room was not far, but to Ronnie it seemed miles, on the one hand she wanted to get there but on the other what was she going to say? Perhaps she should just go in there, take her home and pretend that all was well, heck it worked for Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell in 'Overboard.' Life though, was not a movie this was reality she was going to have to be extremely tactful, there was no knowing what to do or say until Danielle asked the questions. Reaching for the handle and stepping into the room, Ronnie plastered a smile on her face and walked towards her daughter.

"Hey Dani, how are you feeling...?"