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A/N: Thank you for all your reviews and support. It really does mean a lot! And thank you Natdisneybrown for the constructive criticism :) Another update. Hope you like where I'm taking this? My brain is going into override with all the endless possibilities! Please review and let me know your thoughts? There should be another chapter tomorrow. Enjoy :)


Rachel opened the door to her car and got in; chucking her bag on the passenger seat. She sat quietly for a while, watching everyone else walk towards the pub. It was best she didn't go with them; otherwise she'd just get drunk. Rachel looked at her watch. 10:45pm. She wondered whether to go and check on Janet. She didn't want to ring in case she was asleep. Besides, Dorothy was probably looking after her.

Looking down at her phone, Rachel suddenly wondered how - if Janet had lost her phone and gone back to the cafe to look for it - how she had got it back again. She was about to dial Janet's number, when her phone began to ring.

RING RING

Rachel smiled. It was Janet.

"Hiya".

"Hi mate".

"You alright?" Rachel asked, hoping nothing was wrong.

"Yeah, I'm fine. The girls have just gone to bed. I just wanted to ask you something that's all" Janet replied.

"Go ahead".

"You know when I came back to the station with Rob? Well, did anyone hand my phone into reception?"

Rachel leant against the window, "I was just wondering the same thing. No, no one did as far as I know."

Janet frowned, "I had it when I got home, and when I went out this morning it was in my coat pocket".

"Are you sure it wasn't in your bag?" Rachel asked, thinking through the possibilities.

"I'm certain".

"Or anywhere else?"

"Rach, I am quite sure it was in my pocket!" answered Janet, "I think... maybe..."

She paused, thinking how ridiculous her friend would think she was.

"...I think maybe someone took my phone - without me noticing - and then put it back again".

Rachel scratched her head, a little confused.

"Are you saying you think someone's hacked you?" she asked, sitting back in the seat.

"Perhaps. I don't know".

.o.0.o.

"Janet dear, I'm going to bed" Dorothy whispered, putting her head round the door to the lounge. Janet looked up from her phone, trying desperately to press the 'end call' button, "Okay mum. I'll see you in the morning".

Dorothy walked over to her daughter and kissed her on her forehead. Janet smiled up at her mother.

"Get some sleep".

.o.0.o.

Janet walked into her room. It was 11:30pm. Sitting on the side of her bed, her eyes fell upon the photo of her two daughters. It was a recent one, and they looked so happy. Smiling to herself, Janet went to undo the buttons on her blouse, and then realised it was going to be a big problem.

'Damn' she thought. Creeping down the hallway, she stopped outside her mother's door. Dorothy was already asleep; the snoring was the evidence. Sighing, Janet walked back into her own room. She tried to undo the bandages, but to no avail. She tried to pull them off, cut them off, rip them off; but they would not budge.

11:45pm. Janet sunk down on her bed. She would have to sleep in her clothes. Turning off the light, she lay down under the covers; but every time she closed her eyes, she could see his face, and it wouldn't go away.