Those 2 seconds felt like hours to both Tom and Sam. Sam was the one of initiate and the one to break away, and when she did she noticed the dumfounded look on Tom's felt like running a mile. She studied his expression for a moment longer before looking away, glad to see there were no traces of anger in his features.

In truth she had hoped that since talking to Tom and being hypnotised by him had caused her to remember certain events in her life and Tom had mentioned they used to date maybe kissing him would cause her to remember more. Unfortunately it didn't seem to be working.

Suddenly she felt a rush of heat on her face, and could almost feel her face changing colour. Without another glance back she decided to run from the room, ignoring Tom's calls, and straight out of his house.

She couldn't be near him after this. At least not today. She ran until she had a pain in her side, and realised for one thing her face was still burning and for another she had absolutely no idea where she was going. Relief washed over her features as she caught site of an empty bench across the road and she quickly sat down.

While she was waiting for the pain in her side to abate and her breathing to return to normal she looked around. Directly opposite her across the road was a pub called 'The old lady', while behind her was a small park with a grassy field and a duck pond at the other end. The traffic on this road, whatever it was called, seemed to be quite slow with only a three of four cars going down every couple of minutes.

Once Sam had got her breath back she decided that now would be a good time to go home and so felt around in her jacket pocket for a key but came across something quite different. A £20 note.

With a quick glance at 'the old lady' a new idea suddenly formed in her mind.

Tom was reeling. He couldn't deny that he felt something from that kiss, but he highly doubted Sam did too as it was clear she ran off because she was embarrassed.

As soon as she left Tom had considered going after her, but rethought this as he was probably going to be the last person she wanted to see. Instead he called the one person who he thought was guaranteed to have a solution to this mess. Zoe.

Luckily it didn't take her long to come around, which only gave Tom more anxiety as he had no idea how to explain what just happened.

"Where is she?" Was Zoe's greeting as she stepped inside his home and looked around.

"Zoe I told you on the phone she ran out." Tom replied.

"I know you did, but I thought since you were here that must mean that she is as there is no way you would let a woman with no memory run around town all on her own with no idea where she was going," Zoe said before catching his expression and adding, "TOM!"

"I.. I don't think she wants to be found by me. She was really embarrassed when she left." Tom replied as he fiddled with the top button on the shirt he was wearing.

"What exactly happened?" Zoe asked.

Tom sighed. He really should have explained this on the phone.

Sam was now on her third glass of something and was too drunk to remember the name of the pub she was in. All she knew is that the burn she had felt at the back of her throat had now somehow been numbed along with everything else.

It was at this point a random stranger decided would be the best time to take the only remaining seat at the bar next to her at the bar and order himself a drink before turning to her.

"Hi there. I'm Ryan." The man said, holding a hand out to her.

"Sam. I think." Sam replied after a large hiccup.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing drowning your sorrows in a pub like this?" He asked, accepting the drink he barman had just handed him with a nod.

"I got into an arg-ment" Sam said through another hiccup.

"Boyfriend troubles?"

"Something like that." Sam replied.

For a moment they both sat there drinking their drinks in an awkward silence, several punters behind screaming in triumph as their side scored a goal.

"So do you live around here?" Ryan asked.

"I think so." Sam replied.

"Cool. So do I. You know if you want to talk about you and your boyfriend I'm all ears." He said politely.

"He's no' my boyfriend." Sam slurred as she finished her drink and called for a refill.

"But he wants to be. Typical. Some guys are just douches." Ryan said in a forceful tone.

"No, It wasn' like that." Sam replied, not quite able to pronounce the 't' on wasn't.

"Oh?" Ryan inquired.

"I kissed a friend, that's all." Sam replied, "And got really embarrassed about it."

Suddenly Sam felt tears begin to fall down her cheeks and her sober self had no idea why. Before she knew it Ryan was pulling her into a hug.

"Hey it's ok! I'm sure your friend won't mid being kissed by a pretty thing like you!" Ryan consoled as she rubbed her back.

If Sam was sober she would have noticed the odd fizzing sound coming form her glass as Ryan spiked her drink from over her shoulder, and the glass wouldn't so much as touched her lips. Unfortunately for her she wasn't sober, and suddenly found her body going strangely lip after taking a sip….

By the amount of you who wanted to kill me yesterday I think I'm going to have to get an armed guard! (LOL)

Aside from that… enjoy ANOTHER far more dangerous cliffhanger!