Harry didn't sleep well. The lack of fresh air and exercise had made him restless. His potential freedom and Nikki's continued incarceration weighed down on his heart and he couldn't keep away his twin demons of guilt and shame during the night, especially not after how it had ended between them yesterday.

It wasn't enough that he had unwittingly exposed her to a nasty virus. No, in the last month he had managed to make her feel utterly rejected and humiliated and not just once; twice! He was sure she had forgiven him for not kissing her back that night, they were probably both drunk, he was certainly drugged and she had obviously realised that quite early on. But yesterday? How had he managed to get it all so wrong? Why did they always make each other so angry?

He wished she could understand just for an instant how deeply he felt about her. How terrified he had become at the depth of his feelings for her and how vulnerable it made him? If she were to reject a proper advance made by him, not just one written on paper and held up to a window, he had a feeling he would completely fall apart. It was as if she were the only thing left holding him together; how and when she had acquired this power over him he was at a loss to explain.

He lay in the artificial gloom and listened for the sound of the breakfast trolley as it was pushed along the corridor outside. He was beginning to think of a plan.

Just as had happened on the previous morning, the noise of the breakfast trolley had woken Nikki up. He waited at the door of his room. His plan was to wait for the nurses to suit up and open the door, and whilst they were manoeuvring their ungainly bulk and the trolley into her room, he would make a run for it. Crawl between their legs if he had to, scooter in on the back of the trolley, he didn't care but he had to get into her room.

Had he been in the mood he would have loved to have watched the spectacle: the muffled shouts through the masks, the screams, the trolley crashing to the ground. Grumpy Doctor looking like he was having a fit, and Nikki transformed from pale and lethargic to livid, purple screaming banshee.

"Get out of here!" she yelled as soon as she saw him.

"I'm not leaving," Harry shouted back.

"Get out Harry!" she repeated.

"No, I won't!" he shouted back just as vehemently.

"It's suicide!" Nikki cried getting as far away from him in her tiny room as she could.

"Run's in the family," Harry said flippantly and took a step closer.

"Harry. Please!" Nikki begged.

"I told you, I'm not leaving and anyway I'm here now so I'll have to stay." He continued to walk towards her, purposefully opening his mouth wide and making a show of breathing in the air.

Grumpy Doctor and the nurse fumbled about on the floor trying to collect up all the items that had been knocked off when the trolley had been pushed over, not really knowing where to look, but acutely aware they were caught in the middle of a show down any cowboy would be proud of.

"Please Harry, you mustn't, don't come near me. Don't Harry don't, I don't want you near me, please go away, go away."

But Harry continued to walk slowly towards her, his determination evident in every move of his body.

"I don't believe you," he said calmly.

"Go, go now, quickly why you still have the chance."

Harry still didn't stop.

"Get out of here!" she screamed, her eyes wide, dark and staring.

Yo ho ho, what's coming next?