Some good ideas about the films going on, it will be explained later on (sort of anyway)

And if you're confused that's good because you should be, because the series I am drawing on is also confusing

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She freezes for a moment and then she's screaming at him and struggling out of his grip.

"Don't touch me. Don't you touch me. Don't you ever touch me," she screams, pulling herself away from him and hugging her arms to herself in the corner of the room.

And he wonders what the hell he did to cause this reaction.

He steps up out of the bed, and the second he gets up she ups and vanishes.

He follows her with steady steps and then pauses in the parlour, taking in the film projector and as soon as he sees it his bosses comment about the resistance having obtained more of the films is playing in the back of his mind.

She's skulking about in the kitchen and he follows her in and shuts the front door deliberately.

"You're not taking my keys. And you're not running off alone," he tells her and his voice is a command.

She keeps her chin high in the air, defiant but doesn't say a word.

He stalks back into the parlour and reloads the film then sits down on the armchair.

The film starts to play and black and white shadows fall on the wall in front of him, drawing him into a world where everything has gone horribly, terribly wrong.

When he sees himself on screen he does a double take and then once he sees the uniform and himself raising the gun his blood turns to ice.

He watches, unable to look away, as he draws his gun and shoots Liam. And it gets much worse because next he raises his gun and draws the trigger against her head and her slender figure sways and collapses to the ground, and feels sick with horror to think that he could do that - even in an imaginary world.

He turns his head towards her and she is standing in the doorway with a glass in her hand, transfixed, her face a mix of horror and fear. And when she meets his eyes he knows that he is the cause of it, and what's more its for something he hasn't ever done.

The scene switches to London's skyline and the last image that burns his retina is of the city being enveloped in a mushroom cloud as its inhabitants are incinerated.

There's no sound from the film and everything is eerily silent until he hears the sound of glass crashing and in the doorway Eleanor is half-swaying, half clutching the doorframe.

He's over there in a second and then she is in his arms, and he's the only thing that's keeping her from falling to the floor. And in his arms she's trembling and she feels so fragile and slight and he thinks, what kind of a man would be capable of hurting her? And it burns him to think- is he is that man?

He sets her down on a stool nearby, careful to avoid the broken glass beneath their feet and sits himself down next to her.

"You're one of them," she starts talking in a rush. "All this time. Every time you came over. When you were fucking me. All this time you were spying on me. Planning to turn me in," she's babbling in between breaths, gasping for air, as the tears spill out.

"When are you going to do it?" her voice breaks, and her cat green eyes stare back at him accusingly, and she's not thinking of herself she's thinking of how much pain he's going to cause Liam, and her friends – all the names they'll draw out of her under torture and the viscious punishment that will be inflicted on those she loves.

"What are you waiting for? Until you have more dirt on me, on us, so you can turn all of us in to be tortured and shot and to hurt Liam even though he knows nothing about any of this?," she's screaming now, hysterical and wild, and the tears are sliding down her face hopelessly.

He stares back at her for a moment then leans forward to push the dischevelled curls out of her face and his hand runs over a tear track, smoothing it away.

"I would never do that. I would never be that person. I would never turn you in – I won't let them hurt you baby,' his voice is fierce.

Because watching her be shot and suffer and at his own hand felt like someone had stuck a knife in his ribs and was twisting it slowly.

And the idea that he could become that person, a personification of pure evil, flips a switch in his mind.

The lines are drawn. Us versus them. State versus people. Reich versus Resistance and he knows now which side he wants to be on.

"That's not how its going to be,' he tells her, his hands gripping her shoulders as his voice sounds definite.

"You can't know that. You saw it too," she tells him, accusingly.

And she wants to believe him, but she still can't erase the terrible images from her mind.

"You don't understand," he says, letting her go suddenly and running a hand through his hair.

"What don't I understand," she demands, looking up at him and her eyes burn into his.

The only way he can tell her, is to show her.

He takes her hand and heads for his car, pulling her along with him.

He opens the door and his hand slides underneath the footmat and under the seat.

She watches his back as he bends over.

He straightens up in front of her and hands her a small package in a cardboard box.

"What I mean Princess, is that you're not the only one with a film," he announces.