They were gathered around the kitchen table again. This time no one was eating there was only thinking and talking. They had seen a sight today they had never expected to see. Something they had never thought would happen. It was a thing of such rarity they struggled to accept it had happened. At first they hadn't known what was happening, all they had seen was Kit being led away in handcuffs by Boris. It was only when a large black van pulled up and two men went inside the police station that something told them something bad had happened. Their fears were confirmed when a body wrapped from head to toe in black tarp was dragged out of the police station on a trolley.

Someone had died.

Three people had been in that cell and only two had come out, one in handcuffs, the other leading the prisoner to one of the Network's black Land Rovers. The Mayor had wanted to ask Boris why one of the resident's of his town was being taken away but he had been stopped by another of the men observing the scene. With a kind request from the Network operative the Mayor had broken up the small crowd of his citizens and suggested they all meet at his house for some cocoa. Everyone had agreed and headed off towards the house, leaving the Mayor behind to try to gain some answers from the operative but once again he was deflected.

Deflated he had rejoined the others, no more idea than they of what had happened.

Unable to fully understand or accept what had happened, Pixel shook his head. "I just believe it. Kit couldn't have done that. I know he has a temper, we all do, but he's not a murderer."

"I don't know," Stingy joined, "But that Larry guy was in the Shadow gang. Maybe things got out of hand when he confronted him, as you said, Pixel, Kit has a temper."

Trixie stood up sharply, her action knocking her chair over. "Stingy! Are you saying you think Kit did it? How could you for one minute think that? He's your friend."

"That doesn't stop people killing other people. Even if he did do it I didn't say it was intentional. If he lost his temper accidents can happen. We've seen it happen before, haven't we?" Stingy argued, his words shocking those around the table, not through their callousness but through their undeniable truth.

A knock on the door interrupted Trixie's return attack on Stingy's logic and as she was the only one in the room standing she moved to answer the door. Opening it she saw Doctor Malone stood on the doorstep, without hesitation she allowed him to enter.

All eyes were upon the Doctor as he entered the house. Most of those in the room had seen him and Doctor Cole entering the police station, he was only one of a few people that knew what had happened in there. There was an evident amount of frustration on the man's face that told them it would be wise to wait to question him.

They all remained in silence save for a gentle enquiry to see who required more cocoa. There was a low hum of answers and thanks as extra cups were handed out before everything sunk back into silence.

No one seemed to take any notice of them as they walked into the roadside café. Every pair of eyes sat at what few tables remained habitable remained fixed on plates of greasy food or cups of ice cold tea and coffee. It seemed as if the place they had entered was frozen in time, not even awakening for the strangers that ventured in.

The clinking of the handcuffs on Kit's wrists seemed to echo against the small sounds emanating from around the room. None of them were any louder than a whisper, barely audible against the humming of an inefficient air conditioning unit.

As the two men passed through the café towards the rest rooms at the other end of the building, Boris detected slight movements from some of the patrons that only a trained professional such as himself could see. They were movements that warned him to be cautious, movements that the people making them knew he would be able to interpret. Their movements also seemed to hold a certain degree of certainty that he would see them more for who they were than civilians.

Shifting his attention from the patrons of the café back to his prisoner, Boris held open the restroom door for Kit before joining him inside. Neither man spoke while they refreshed themselves after the long, bumpy drive down an ill-laid road that had led them to their destination. Many a time they had thought they were being led on a wild goose chase, following signs that pointed in a variety of different directions. Eventually they had come upon it, in the horizon ahead of them the tall, gaping buildings of Tooth Town.

Boris' attention was taken from his reminiscences by the sound of metal clattering against porcelain. He looked over at Kit to see that he was struggling to wash his hands. The other man looked up at him when he realised he was being observed with annoyance clear on his face.

"You know this would be a lot easier if I didn't have these things attached to my wrists," Kit said indicating his handcuffs, "Why did you leave them on me anyway? You said I was innocent."

"Trust me, even outside of Lazytown there are still people from the Network out there. Anything they see will be relayed back to the others. If Elias hears that you've been seen out of handcuffs he'll get suspicious. It's the only way to make sure that this works."

Unusually Kit made no argument, he could see the sense in what Boris was saying and felt a twinge of fear as the knowledge that anyone could be watching them and reporting what they did back to Elias.

Shaking his head slightly, Kit looked up at Boris.

"So what do we do now?" He asked, not knowing what lay ahead of them.

Sportacus gingerly pushed open the door to the gardens that surrounded the motel. His heart pounded as he crossed over the threshold into the darkness beyond. Using his training he scanned the area with his eyes while slowly starting to move.

It didn't take long for him to see something in the distance, it looked like a small fire but he was too far away to tell. Moving quicker now he headed towards it, ignoring any possible traps that may befall him. Never once did the possibility occur to him that Robyn might not have come alone.

He was closer to the fire now, close enough to see that the present that his daughter had mentioned was nothing of flesh and blood, it never had been. The fear in his heart lessened to a lump of trepidation in his stomach.

Now almost upon the small fire he could almost pick out what was burning. Quickly he stamped it out with his foot as he tried to rescue the precious item mounted on a pedestal of wood from further damage but it was too late.

The photo he had treasured for so long was gone, that long lost moment was no more and it was something he'd 'ever get back.