A/N: I'm being nice and adding another chapter today, as it's the weekend! :)

And if it was personal, then Nikki possibly not only knew her attacker, but was maybe also related to them.

Harry rinsed the coffee cup that Nikki had clearly discarded in her haste to contact him, the night she was attacked, and went through to her living room. He scanned the bookshelves, eventually finding what he was looking for, and pulled out the photo albums. He hoped Rosemary was right – that there would be photos in there that would act as visual triggers, helping more memories to return. He flipped through the latest one, smiling as he saw photos of Nikki, Leo and Janet, that he remembered taking at a picnic they'd gone on in the summer; a picture of Leo and Janet, sprawled on the picnic blanket, relaxing in the sun; and a photo of him with Nikki, looking carefree and happy. It brought a lump to his throat, thinking again how close they'd come to losing her. He snapped the album shut, and thrust it into the bag of bits and pieces Rosemary had suggested he might bring.

He hadn't liked the idea of going through Nikki's stuff, and was relieved that Janet had quietly headed to Nikki's bedroom to get clothes. He could hear her systematically going through wardrobes and drawers, and she'd offered to get toiletries and so on from the bathroom, leaving him to deal with less personal things – the photo albums, locating her iPod, a few books to keep her amused. He considered taking her laptop, but thought that Leo and Rosemary would probably lynch him for it.

"You done?" asked Janet, dropping a small overnight bag by the door.

Harry put a couple of paperbacks in the bag on the sofa. "Just need to find her iPod charger. You didn't see it in her room, did you?"

Janet shook her head. "No, and I've been through every drawer. It's not in the kitchen?"

"No. Must be in here somewhere."

Janet cast a look around. "You try the desk, I'll look in the dresser," she suggested.

Silence reigned for a few minutes as they searched, until, finally, Harry found what he was looking for. He dragged it out from the back of the desk drawer, discarding the papers that came with it. One, however, caught his eye. Neatly written, in Nikki's handwriting, were the words 'Greenfield=Groenveld? Ask dad about Matthias'.

Slowly, he flicked open his phone, and called Leo.

***

"Do we go to the police yet?" asked Harry impatiently.

"They've already spoken to Nikki; she's told them everything she's told us," said Rosemary. "I've filled them in on her condition, so they know she may remember more in time."

"What about the photo-fit?" asked Leo suddenly. "Harry, do you have a print-out with you?"

He nodded. "I hoped Nikki might recognise the man, so I brought it with me to show her when I go in to see her." He pulled it out of the bag. "There you are."

Rosemary studied it intently, frowning. "I can't be sure," she said. "He looks familiar, but… the Groenveld I know has a scar, a very prominent scar, down the left side of his face." She pulled a face. "It could be him, but I wouldn't like to give a positive ID."

"Do you think the face being caved in could have been to hide the scar?" Harry asked Leo.

"Could be. Could well be. Harry, has anyone notified Mr. Alexander of Nikki's accident?"

He shook his head. "She named us as next of kin."

"Maybe you should go and have a chat with him. Hm?" Harry nodded, accepting Leo's suggestion. "Oh, and Rosemary – what was the first name of the Groenveld you were treating?"

"Let me just check his records," she said, going to her computer. She tapped away quietly, and frowned. "That's odd…"

"What is?"

She turned the computer screen so that they could see it, her face pale. "File not found."