Laura opened her eyes to see James studying his phone.

"Sorry, I fell asleep."

James put his phone in his pocket. "That's okay; we can finish the book another time." He took something out of his bag and held it up for her to see. "Um, I brought you this."

Laura stared at the object, and was immediately drawn to it. "James it's... Where did he come from?"

"His name in Ambi. I've had him as long as I can remember." He handed Laura a small stuffed owl. "He's a good listener and well, I've been neglecting him lately so perhaps he can stay with you for awhile." He helped me through some difficult times.

"Thank-you James. I'll look after him." She gently held the owl in her hands. "How did he get that name?"

"It's written on his tag." James pointed to an uneven script of blue ink. "I don't know who did that."

Laura lightly rubbed the tag between her thumb and forefinger.

Robbie called Rawbone and told him he had a copy of the manuscript he requested. Rawbone said he could give it to Laura so she could read it.

After Robbie came to sit with Laura, James went home and sat alone in his flat. He read Herodotus' History of the Persian War three times searching for clues. "I've forgotten what a clue looks like," he said aloud to the empty room. He went to the bookshelf where he kept his notes from his days at Cambridge and found the section on Ancient Greece. Most of the tutorials he attended focused on the writings of Euripides.

He stared at the empty place on the shelf that used to be home to the owl. James was both pleased and puzzled that Laura was so happy with it. He started comparing the writings of Herodotus and Euripides and kept at it until he found something.

Robbie put the manuscript copy on the extra chair in the room and took the one by the bed.

"Laura, Good news. Rawbone says you can go home tomorrow. You'll need someone to stay with you."

"I expect Brad is at my house now."

"Actually he's in a hotel. I'm at your house."

"You are?" She was surprised. "Not that I mind Robbie. You're my closest friend. It's just that we…"

"Always had our boundaries." He put his hand on her shoulder. "Things are different now what with all that's happened."

"Yeah. It will be nice having you there. After what I remember and what else I'm afraid is coming, I am craving some protection."

"It's more than that. You see, I live there with you now." He took her hand and squeezed it.

"You do?" She sighed and shook her head. "How could I forget that?" Something dawned on her. "Does that mean that we…" She raised her eyebrows.

"Oh yeah. I was really hoping you would remember that."

"Sorry, you'll have to remind me then." She smiled at him.

"Not until you get your memory back." He saw her disappointed look. "Well, maybe just a few hints. Shift over."

Laura moved over to make room for Robbie in the bed next to her.

"Mind your back."

"Oh, so you remember my bad back and not any of my other qualities."

He put his arm around her and she rested her head on her chest.

"Does that feel familiar?"

Laura tried to ignore the antiseptic smell of the the hospital and concentrate on the comforting scent of Robbie. She relaxed as she listened intently to his beating heart.

"Familiar and different at the same time, if that makes any sense." She sighed.

Robbie noticed that Laura was holding a small stuffed toy. She caught him looking at it.

"James brought this for me." She stroked it lovingly.

"Sorry, all I got you were those flowers."

"And they are beautiful. It's just that this…"

Seeing her eyes fill with tears, Robbie pointed at the chair by the door to change the subject. "Rawbone said you wanted to read something by an old Greek fellow called Herodotus. I went to visit Professor Gold and got you a copy."

Laura didn't say anything.

"What's that about then, Laura? Rawbone said it was important to you."

She swallowed. It seemed she could never get enough air.

"Morse left me with a puzzle. Angus is helping me unravel it."

Robbie tried not to show any surprise. Rawbone hadn't told him about Morse.

"A crossword?"

"Not exactly. It's more of a semantics puzzle. He says when I solve it I'll get my memory back." Robbie could feel the tension return to her body. "Robbie, is it so terrible, what I can't remember?"

He gently hugged her. "I only know part of it. And it's not terrible. You did something very brave."

"Then why can't I remember it? I have the feeling that it's horrific."

Robbie tried to keep his voice as calm and steady as possible.

"You must have been frightened all the while you were brave. You are the only one who knows exactly what you did and planned to do if necessary." Robbie had his suspicions about what she had been preparing for in the bunker.

"Rawbone says I need to remember on my own."

"Yes, with a little help, if you feel up to it."

"I may find the answers in that manuscript. I need an alternate version of the Medea story and Oxford scholars prefer Herodotus' version to that of Euripides."

"Laura, you've lost me. What do they have to do with you?"

She took a deep breath and tried to keep her voice steady.

"James said that my maternal instincts were 'just this side of Medea'. She's the one who did her kids in. Morse says if I find out the real reason she killed her children, I'll get my memory back."

A conversation from a few years ago attempted to surface in Robbie's brain.

"When did you hear him say that, after the murder of Jessica Lake?"

Laura tried to recall the name.

"I'm not sure. All I remember is teasing you about using the phrase 'funny business', then we parted ways and I turned back to try and catch up with you to tell you something else and that's when I heard James say it."

Robbie frowned.

"Laura, this is important. That was not about you. James was talking about the mother of Jessica Lake's boyfriend."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm certain."

Robbie could see the confusion settle in on Laura's face.

"Then why did Morse tell me that I would get my memory back when I discovered the real reason Medea killed her children? What does it have to do with James then?"

Robbie sighed and tightened his arm around her.

"I don't know. Morse was always talking in riddles and turning everything into a puzzle." He didn't doubt her that conversation with Morse seemed real to her.

"You don't think he was making fun of me?"

"No, I don't. This is too important. And in spite of all the sour looks and acerbic remarks he sent your way, he was really quite fond of you."

Laura propped herself up on her elbow. Robbie could see the tiniest hint of a spark in her eyes.

"Robbie, can we talk about Ligeia and the twins? I want to put that behind us, then I can concentrate on the recent past."

"Yeah, we can do that. Are you sure you're up to it?"

She nodded. "What else do I have to do? I'm just not sure where to start."

"I do." Robbie got up from the bed and held out his hand for her. She let him pull her up. He wrapped her in a dressing gown, led her to the door and opened it. He nodded out to the hall.

"Blow the cobwebs?"