Two weeks had seen a definite change in Millie, specifically in her confidence. Though she didn't yet have the willpower to leave Natalie and Max's house, she was a lot more talkative about her situation than before. She had managed to tell them both in a roundabout way that she couldn't remember anything about who she is, only that her first name is Millie and she woke up surrounded by people in strange uniforms, which she later recalled to be police, which scared her.

Max and Natalie however were having a divide in opinion about what to do with her. Max thought she was an escaped criminal and should be handed into the police, while Natalie believed she may have been a victim of some kind of attack, because when she examined her she had a LOT of scars. Millie herself was blissfully unaware of their predicament, as she spent most of her days sleeping or watching daytime TV.

On this particular day she awoke to find Natalie in her room, watching her sleep with a worried expression on her face.

"Morning." Millie said, smiling slightly.

"Good afternoon." Natalie said, gesturing to the clock.

3:31pm.

"Oh damn!" Sighed Millie, "I'm gonna be late!"

"Late? Late for what?" Natalie asked, confused. "Have you remembered something?"

"Late... I'm not sure why I said that…" Millie mumbled. "That was weird."

"Maybe a job or something, are you employed?" Coaxed Natalie, staring at her imploringly.

"Maybe… I'm not sure." Millie said, frowning in concentration.

"Well, I need to check your stomach." Natalie said, pulling the covers off of her and unbuttoning the bottom of her pyjamas.

Natalie prodded her stomach as gently as she could, but even though it was gentle Millie still winced. She next took a penlight out of her pocket and shone it in her eyes, and frowned slightly.

"Am I ok?" Millie asked, not quite keeping the worry out of her voice.

"You have a lot of old scars… some don't seem to be fully healed, either. It looks like you were hurt by someone a few months ago." Natalie said awkwardly, putting a hand on her shoulder after she covered up her stomach.

"Could they have something to do with why I don't remember anything?" Millie asked, staring at her with a piercing gaze.

"Yes... Possibly, though there is no visible injury to your head. I think that the reason you don't remember who you are may be something emotional." Natalie said.

"Like what?"

"Millie... I don't want to upset you."

"Please, tell me!" Millie cried desperately.

"Millie I think you may have been raped."

…

Millie had drawn the covers up over her head, tears leaking from her eyes. As soon as Natalie had said it she knew that it was true, it had to be. But the thing is she still didn't know what exactly had happened. Every time she focussed on trying to remember who she was all she got was a low hissing sound in her head, like feedback from a microphone. Sometimes she would hear voices, one in particular telling her that she was going to be ok and that she wouldn't let anything hurt her, but she couldn't place the voice. Something in her more recent memories told her that she knew it, as she had recognised it straight away, but at the same time something was holding her back.

She thought about everything she remembered, which wasn't much. Waking up, being touched by that women….

Then it hit her. That women, the one who had touched her. That was the voice. Her name… was…. Millie gripped her head tightly.

What the hell was her damn name?

…

Millie stumbled down the stairs and into the kitchen, grabbing the attention of Natalie and Max instantly.

"Millie! You ok?" Natalie asked, rushing to her side and lowering her onto a chair.

"I remembered something…" Mumbled Millie as Natalie and Max knelt down in front of her.

"What is it?" They said in unison, their worried faces matching.

"The women I told you about, the one who touched my arm, she was one of the ones who helped me when I was…." Millie said quietly.

"Millie how'd you know that?" Max asked, placing an his hand gently on her arm.

"I remember her voice... she said that she wouldn't let anyone hurt me… she... I think she was a police officer." Millie said, staring at her knees.

"If you're remembering voices... you may be starting to remember who you are Millie." Natalie said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Good." Millie said. "I think."
"You think? Don't you want to know who you are?"

"I'm... Not sure if I do. What if I find out something else like I had a relationship with someone or something? How the hell am I going to explain this to them?"

…

Rachel and Sally had been travelling for ages now, weaving in and out of traffic by flashing the sirens to get by them. They were about 12 miles out of London now, and still going. They had pulled off of the M25 and headed north as soon as they could hoping that had headed somewhere that they knew. They decided the best place to start was Blackpool.

The trip they had taken to there had been memorable, Millie had finally loosened up after several sleepless nights where she had found it difficult to sleep because of the attack. Sally had remained mostly silent throughout the trip, cradling the walkie talkie that was the connection she had to the rest of the team on her lap. She was afraid and didn't quite know how she was going to tell Rachel that she was scared that everything she had said back in the canteen was a lie, if Millie was really gone after all.

Rachel was concentrating on her driving far too much to notice how uncomfortable Sally was looking; she was too focussed on Millie to care.

"How far is it?" Sally asked after several hours of silence.

"We're a few hours away yet." Replied Rachel without looking around. "You hungry?"

"Yeah." Admitted Sally, prodding her growling stomach.

"There's something in the glove box." Rachel said, opening it and giving her a large chocolate bar.

Sally nodded thanks and ate the entire bar in about two minutes, greedily demolishing it in her mouth; after all, it had been about 20 hours since she ate anything.

A few more hours sidled by in silence, with Sally growing sleepier and time wore on, becoming lethargic because of the heating in the car. Just as her eyes closed Rachel sighed impatiently and poked her awake.

"Come on Armstrong. I need you awake just in case we get any news from anyone."

"Right, sorry Sarge…" Muttered Sally.

"Sierra Oscar Six, do you read me?" Said a voice through the radio.

"This is sierra Oscar six, what have you got?" Sally replied as Rachel turned to face her.

"Millie headed west, she could be somewhere near Devon according to reports, someone spotted a taxi with a women in the back which matches Millie's description heading down a motorway." Smithy called. "We're heading that way now."

"OK we're on our way." Rachel said, turning the car around and heading back the way they came.