They were travelling quickly away from town, away from civilisation. In front of them there was nothing but road, behind them lay Lazytown, Crazytown and Greentown. If they continued to travel south they would eventually come across ToothTown, a place he had visited once before and in its own right more unusual than Crazytown. Neither man spoke as the empty fields whisked past them; trees interspersed amongst miles of grassland. There were no other cars on the road either ahead of or behind them, they were totally isolated from society of any kind. Every mile that took them deeper into the void between towns, Kit's anxiety grew. He still had no idea where he and his captor were heading or what was to happen to him. They were questions he was too afraid to ask and he wasn't sure if he'd be ready for the answers when they came. As he looked over at his captor he wondered what he was thinking, what plans were running though his mind as he drove.

Looking at the mingling expressions on Boris' face Kit could tell that something was soon to unfold. Boris wanted to speak, he could see it in his eyes, on his face, in the twitching of the man's lips but he was holding back. Whatever it was he wanted to say it was something big, something that he wanted to confide in him but was unsure if it should pass his lips. He seemed to be debating whether or not he should divulge what seemed a personal secret.

It seemed that Boris had won his battle with himself when he suddenly slammed on the brakes, throwing himself and Kit forward with the force of the motion. They were thrown back into their seats in the same fashion and sat there for a few minutes, winded.

"Are you going to tell me what that was about?" Kit asked breaking his silence.

Boris shook his head but then replied, "It's Elias."

"What about him?"

"It's hard to explain and I just hope I'm wrong but then if I'm not it won't make things any better, in fact it could make them worse. I think...I think Elias has gone rogue."

Kit frowned, "Rogue?"

"Sometimes heroes go off at the deep end, no one knows exactly why. Some say it's the responsibility involved in the job, others say that they lose their way. When they lose sight of what they're supposed to be doing, when they stop being a hero and start doing bad things it's what we call going rogue. They ignore the vows they've made and turn away from their duties. Many of those that are known to have gone rogue have taken lives rather than saved them."

"What does this have to do with you arresting me? You don't honestly think I killed Larry do you?"

"Of course I don't. I had to arrest you so I could leave and keep suspicion down. I can't accuse Elias of going rogue and I can't prove it either. Something tells me that Elias is working for Lily. It's just a feeling I have but without evidence there's nothing I can do. If I speak of it to anyone within the Network and I'm wrong I could be in serious trouble but that's not the worst that could happen."

"What is the worst that could happen?"

Boris shook his head once more but replied nonetheless, "If Elias gets wind of my suspicions he could drag me down with him and destroy my career. If I hadn't have arrested you everyone would have known that something was up. There's another reason why I arrested you, which I hope will bring some good to the situation."

"Oh yeah? I hope it's not that it'll give me a criminal record with a murder charge on." Kit scoffed looking out the window.

"No, it's not. If Elias is working for Lily then he'll report back to her when he knows what I've done. With any luck Robyn will find out what I've done-"

"And it'll bring her home," Kit interrupted understanding exactly what Boris was telling him. He turned his head from the window and looked back at Boris; "If I didn't have these handcuffs on I'd hug you. Do you think it will work? Do you really think she'll come home?"

"She loves you doesn't she?"

Sportacus watched as his errant daughter stood. Her movements were fluid than they had been in months as she walked slowly, dangerously towards him. The weakness that had plagued one side of her body looked almost as if it had disappeared entirely since she had been gone. His eyes drank in every inch of her; she looked more alive than she ever had done but something fundamental had changed in her. Her eyes seemed to smoulder as they looked into his, making a contact that he couldn't break.

She entranced him, her every step ensnaring him deeper into a web of false security. There was something dangerous, something predatory burning in her eyes but his senses were too clouded over for him to think anything of it. He watched as a smile passed over her lips, it was a smile that he had never thought he'd see upon them. He should have taken it as a warning sign but blinded by her presence it passed him by.

They were standing mere inches apart now, their breath mingling. Robyn leant forward slightly, her head tilting to the right. Her eyes continued to hold Sportacus' in their grasp until the last second before their lips met.

It was then that Sportacus came to his senses.

Grabbing hold of Robyn's arms he pushed her away. She stumbled back but retained her balance, her eyes burning into his with such anger, as he had never beheld in them before. He watched as she walked slowly towards him, almost frightened that she would strike him again but nothing happened. She walked slightly past him, stopping just past his right shoulder and turned around to face him. He remained still, not wanting to force her anger upon him. Her breath tickled his ear as she leant closer, her lips brushing it as they opened.

"Now you know how it feels," He heard her whisper harshly.

Sportacus turned around as he felt Robyn walk away. He made to reach out to her but she anticipated his movement and swatted his hand away, turning back to face him. Her eyes burnt into him as he moved towards her, unable to speak, not knowing what to say but certain that he couldn't let her leave again.

Trying once more to grab hold of her he almost succeeded but she wrenched herself from his grasp before he had a chance to tighten his hold. As her entire body went rigid with fury he paled with the thought that she would strike him again but with much more force than before. The realisation that he was afraid of his own daughter would have shamed him under different circumstances but for now he was entirely occupied in anticipating her next move and finding the right way to deal with it.

The next move arrived; it wasn't what he had been expecting, in fact far from it. His daughter's temper seemed to cool and her frame became more relaxed but still tense under the blaze of her anger.

She moved towards him once more, as slowly as before. One of her hands snaked around behind her back. A lump that had been forming in his chest leapt up to his throat as she pulled her hand out from behind her and revealed a gun. Instead of pointing it at him she just handed it to him, letting it slip easily from her fingers into his.

Sportacus' hand shook as the weapon was placed in his hand but not from the weight of the gun but from fear. Something had to have happened, she had to have done something with the gun. He watched with pleading eyes as she slowly leant towards him. Her lips met with ear, they parted and he could feel a rush of air tickling the hairs around it.

"I left a little present for you outside, I hope you enjoy it." Robyn whispered her tone ominous.

As Robyn turned and walked from the room, Sportacus could only stand frozen to the spot. His stomach churned when he thought of what he might find left for him. She had given him a gun, a gun he didn't know whether or not she had used. He didn't want to go out into the gardens but he had to.

It was his job. He was a hero.