Sarah woke the next morning to find her arms Luke-less. She frantically looked around for her son, before remembering the run in with her son's amnesia. She breathed a little sigh, wondering if he'd gotten lost in her big house and maybe become frightened. She got up and looked around.

"Luke?" she called in every room that she could think of but there was no sign of her son wherever she looked. She then; just out of motherly instinct, checked outside. She looked in the garden, and on the front but still couldn't find him. She was about ready to use Mr Smith when she heard a soft whimper from behind the hedge. "Luke?" she thought. Her thoughts we correct, as there sat down crying his eyes out was her son. But for the first time since all this, she noticed how Luke looked younger than she last remembered. She placed a hand on his trembling shoulder. He quickly turned to face her then attempted to run away from her, luckily, she was quick to grab his hand into her own.

"Luke please, let me help you" she begged. He gave a soft whimper then replied saying something Sarah hadn't expected at all.

"Please…Please don't hurt me!" he feared. Sarah Jane stared at him in shock, before encouraging him as much as she could to come inside. After a lot more struggling, she finally got him to follow her. She gently sat him down on the couch and worried a little when he showed signs of getting up again, so she got him settled.

"Luke, calm down for a moment, I'm not going to hurt you, and you can trust me." She paused, waiting to see if her words helped, he had stopped crying but was still fearful. She carried on, hoping to understand what exactly was wrong with her son. "Luke, do you know who I am?" she asked hoping he would. Unfortunately he shook his head and more tears formed in his small eyes.

"No, I've…I've never… seen you be…before. And why do you keep calling me L…Luke. How could you know me, I've only just been made!" The last part Luke said surprised her. He couldn't have just been made, last time she checked, he was at least two years old. Fifteen to everyone else.

"But Luke, it…it's me your mum, Sarah Jane, don't you remember?" she paused and she thought she was getting through to him. That was up until he shook his head. She was about to give up when he then said something else.

"I…I remember the…the angel!" he suddenly blurted out. Sarah looked puzzled.

"Angel, what angel?" she asked hoping he would give a straight answer. Which for once he did.

"It…It was small and…and had a hood covering its face, well what looked like a face, it didn't have eyes or a nose or anything!" now Sarah was really puzzled, what angel, but she was going to get the bottom of this, For Luke's case