Sandra listened. "Where is she?" "Who?" a voice whimpered. That must be one of the nurses. "Detective Superintendent Sandra Pullman, can I be much clearer?" There were a few squeals of fear and a smashing sound. "Well then, if no one's going to talk." The voice became malicious. There was a shattering of glass and she heard the man climb out of the now empty window frame. There were various voices for a while, some panicky and others soothing and gentle. Then there was silence, followed by the unmistakable crackling of fire.

There were more screams, followed by a demanding, electronic voice, describing evacuation procedures, etc. Sandra waited for someone to come, but no one did. Then she realised, the fire was near her, probably… outside her door. Her door, which had just burst into flames. She called and called, but no one came. The flames started to lick up the walls, the smoke swirling around her. She pulled the sheets over her head, desperate to protect herself from the deadly black. Just then, the window next to her shattered. It was a fireman, and just as Sandra began to choke.

She was carried into an ambulance and shut her eyes. This has not been my day. Sandra thought over the events: Amber dying, Jack being stabbed in the leg, being kidnapped, crushed by a heavy metal crate and burned alive. Well, almost. Then the ambulance stopped, and she realised she was in another hospital, about a mile away from the last. Paramedics pushed the stretcher into the hospital, then down corridor after corridor until they arrived at an emergency room. They started babbling all at once. "We're going to have to…" "But first we should…" "Why?" "Okay, calm down, she just needs oxygen. She's not hurt. Just take her into…" "But shouldn't we just…" "NOW!"

The recent fire had caused hell at the hospital. Sandra wanted to get out of their way as soon as possible, partly so she could make it easier for the nurses, but mostly because she was sick of hospitals. Apparently, she was free to go tomorrow, yet Strickland had insisted that she didn't go anywhere alone, and that she, or whoever was with her, should be given a Taser. For once, she didn't mind Strickland being so… Stricklandy. She'd be quite happy to fry those bastards. Thinking this made her smile to herself for the first time that day.

A nurse came in, and she asked when she could go. "In half an hour… if you want to. A gentleman named Brian is here to visit you; he can take you home, if you want him to." The nurse replied, happy that they would have one less patient to worry about. The nurse told Sandra that the doctor could remove one of the casts, so she'd only need crutches. Soon the doctor had taken the cast off, taken her wheelchair and given her crutches. Brian had helped her to Jack's car and they drove off to the office. But on the way Sandra realised, they didn't have to find the murderers…