Gemma Stark was as surprised as everyone else when Michael accepted her offer of help. Jack made to follow her automatically, but the Psychiatrist shook her head. She knew she should probably have a guard nearby, but she felt that would show the killer she wasn't trusting him. Plus, Jack knew she had a panic button under her desk if things did get dangerous.

She and the killer entered the therapy room she and Danielle had used so many times. Totally silently, Michael took his seat on the patients side and Stark took hers on the other. She closed the glass window and activated the two way audio system. Immediately she heard Myers's calm breathing and was glad he didn't see it, or at least gave no sign of it when she shivered slightly. God, she wouldn't want to be his enemy.

She wasn't exactly sure why she'd turned the audio on, she knew Myers wouldn't speak, but she wouldn't feel she was doing her job correctly if she didn't. The killer's gaze hadn't left her face. Stark kept his eye contact, again thanking any God who existed she wasn't on this man's hit list.

"Danielle will be ok," Stark said quietly eventually. "I will make damn sure that never happens again. I don't know if you heard me mention the security measures I have taken now, but trust me there is no way this can or will be repeated. As for finding out who bribed Baker, all our guards are going to keep careful watch and if anything remotely suspicious comes to light Dr Loomis and I will know immediately."

Stark knew the guards would have tried to stop Myers, but in truth none of them really wanted to. Maybe that made them as corrupt as Baker in their own way, but what he'd done was totally sickening. Did that mean he deserved to die? Asked a quiet voice in her conscience but she shook it off. It was done now in any case. She had no doubt they would face investigation for it, but they had nothing to hide. The guards had tried to stop the killer, but with no success. It'd been a night shift, the guards from the other blocks hadn't been called. Shock, panic. Stark wasn't worried about the official red tape of this.

She knew better than to play games with this man, so she just asked him straight. "Are you ok, Michael?"

The killer didn't move an inch. Stark didn't think she'd ever seen anyone sit or stand so still. But at the slightest urge or reason, he would and could spring in to action and kill within seconds.

"Can I do anything for you? Get you anything?" She asked.

She couldn't hide her shock when for the first time, a message flashed up on the small screen on her side of the glass. To her knowledge, Myers had only ever written to Loomis and that very rarely indeed. She read the single sentence from the killer.

Coffee, then time.

Stark nodded immediately, standing. She could hardly believe Michael Myers had messaged her. She understood the "time" reference too. Don't approach me or your blood may also be on my hands.

She left, heading in to the patients canteen and grabbing Myers's black coffee. Already she was wondering if she should tell Loomis about this breakthrough. Not yet. This had to be between her and Myers or she'd lose whatever little trust she'd gained from him. Returning to the room, she slid open the small hatch in the glass and passed the killer his coffee. This time there was no mistaking it. As she slid the small hatch shut, he gave her a very slight nod. Of thanks?

"Do you want to be left alone for a few minutes?" She asked softly. Myers didn't move or respond in any way, which she took as a yes. "No problem," she said quietly. "Press the button under your desk when you're ready ok?" Quietly, she left the killer to his thoughts, whatever they were.

In spite of his situation, Derek Chancer woke up from a brief sleep feeling incredibly horny. God, he wanted to fuck then kill a woman. Any woman, he no longer cared. But first, he had to get out of this place, alive. He could hear Hayward's voice as she was led away by Joanne and Rick and wanted more than anything to cut off her waggling tung. After he'd made her lick and suck his cock with it of course and swallow every drop of his cum. His cock hardened even further at that thought, so much so it was starting to hurt. Standing, he moved to his toilet where he had the most privacy. He didn't give a fuck who was watching him, but if he came all over the floor he'd be in trouble. He'd done it once already and that fucker Rick had told him he'd face solitary if he did it again. Damn Chancer wished he'd killed him that day.

Now he was imagining his cock berried in Hayward's tight pussy. Her screams of pain because she was dry and he was fucking her so hard. Then killing her in the most painful way possible. He thought of his extensive collection of tools. Gutting her, cutting her throat… With this image running through his mind, it wasn't long until he ejaculated with a soft cry in to his cell's metal toilet.

"Danielle," Stark said. It was now seven in the morning. Danielle looked quite frankly, terrible. She was pale and looked exhausted. "You asked for me?"

"I did. I want to talk to you in a bit Dr Stark, but are Joanne and Rick still here?"

Right on cue, the two guards walked past and Stark called them back. "Yes Danielle, they're right here."

"Hi," Rick and Joanne said together.

"Dr Stark, I know this probably goes against guard and patient relationships, but before these two leave, I really want to buy them breakfast in the staff canteen to thank them for coming in so fast when they knew I was in trouble. They've been amazing tonight and ever since I got here. Please can I have some money from the ATM in reception to do this?"

"Danielle," Joanne began. "There's no n…"

"I'll do you one better than that Danielle. You don't need money, I'll use my ID so they get it for free and there won't be two of them, but three. If you want to go, I am more than happy to allow you to do so."

"The staff canteen?" Danielle's mouth fell open. Here was further proof she was trusted greatly.

"Indeed," Stark said. "I think a breakfast is the last you deserve for what you've been through tonight. Same for Joanne and Rick. Come on."

Stark buzzed open Danielle's door. Joanne opened her mouth but Stark said firmly, "end of discussion Joanne. Take Danielle's arm one of you please?"

For the first time and to Danielle's enormous gratitude, they both did. She felt a huge rush of affection for the pair of them. Which only intensified when Stark buzzed them through several doors and she heard the guards removing their equipment vests once outside the block. Yet further proof if she needed it, that she was trusted. This said to her at least, we're not your guards, we're your friends. She felt a sudden rush of tears and blinked fast.

"Thank you," was all she could manage and knew by the way they both squeezed her arms, they understood.

Three quarters of an hour later they were back and Stark approached Danielle in her cell. Danielle asked her how Adam had got her number. When Myers slipped past her to Danielle's side and pulled her in to his arms, it didn't even occur to Gemma Stark to separate them. Not now, not this time. Instead, she simply passed Danielle a sleeping pill and water, persuading her to take it and get some sleep, assuring her she was not separating her and Michael. She was sure the killer gave her an almost invisible smile. She returned it.

An hour later Loomis had arrived and told Stark she should go home. She'd shaken her head and said "not yet. But I will soon Sam, I promise."

She began to fill Loomis in on what'd happened with the exception of what Michael had written to her, all be it three words. She'd promised herself she wouldn't tell him this. Loomis looked as horrified as she felt and silently slipped to Danielle's cell door, slid open the hatch and looked through. Finally she was fast asleep in Michael's arms.

"Who'd have thought," Loomis whispered and Stark was sure she could see the glint of a tear in his eye. "Turned out I was indeed wrong. There is certainly something left of Michael, Danielle Hayward appears to have found it."

"He's got to be joking!" It was half past nine and Loomis had just told Stark what Andrews had just said. "That could do so much damage and I mean Psychologically! Danielle. She…"

"I know Gemma," Loomis said quietly. Stark privately loved his British accent but had never told him. It made her think of the place so far away she'd always wanted to visit, but as yet hadn't done. England. Her brother had moved over there two years ago and Gemma desperately wanted to see him.

"That's why I'm speaking to you now," Loomis continued. They were once again sitting in his office. "We need to find a way to stop this from happening, by fair or foul means. This can't happen. Yes Michael has killed two people in a short space of time. But Andrews would never understand even if we tried to tell him."

Stark snorted. "Of course he wouldn't. He's a narrow minded, selfish prick."

"Quite," Loomis agreed. "So we have to think of something t…" He was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Excuse me Dr Loomis," it was Andrews's secretary. What timing. "Mr. Andrews wants to see you again now please?" The door closed behind her before Loomis could even answer.

"Bastard," Loomis muttered. "Thinks he can order us around whenever the hell he likes. Who are the doctors around here? The patients need us and he damn well knows it."

"Well no one is in the yard from our blocks right now," Stark said, standing. Loomis opened his mouth. "What are you…"

"Danielle is asleep," Stark continued as if she hadn't heard him. "Michael is with her as you just saw and the others are in their cells. The guards know their jobs. In short, I'm coming with you and if he doesn't like it…"

"Gemma," Loomis tried quietly but Stark glared at her boss so firmly he shut his mouth.

Danielle was woken at mid-day by a soft buzzing sound. Her phone. Immediately she felt a jolt of panic she couldn't suppress and automatically reached for the call button as she picked her phone up. Michael tightened his arms around her. She read the ID and immediately relaxed. Charlotte.

"Charlotte!" Danielle said in relief, putting it on speaker. "How are you girl?"

"Even better now I'm talking to you," Charlotte said. "Listen babe, my parents and I want to come in to see you tomorrow and we need your consent. Dr Stark has already cleared it from her end, but…"

"Are you kidding?" Danielle said happily. "Oh my God! I'd love that so much! I haven't seen Colin, Emma and Dave for years it feels like!"

"Awesome! We'll be there at eleven tomorrow morning then? You can fill me in on any gossip then!"

"Like what?" Danielle asked, pretending innocence.

"Oh I think you know damn well what Mrs!" Danielle couldn't help it when she started to laugh. It felt so good. It was also nice to know she could still laugh after everything that'd happened in the last twelve hours.

"I can't talk for long now," Charlotte said when both girls finally stopped laughing. "I'm about to start work. But I can't wait until tomorrow, see you then!"

"You got it! I love you so much Lottie!"

"You too D, see you tomorrow babes." The call disconnected.

Danielle turned back to Michael, unaware of the huge smile on her face. The killer held her close, again leaning down so she touched his ears. Danielle couldn't help giggling quietly at this too. This was the closest she'd come to feeling happy for a very long time.

Though if she could've seen how the killer's eyes looked straight through the open hatch and out in to the block, it may have been punctured slightly. Or if she had seen what he did. But as it was of course, she was totally oblivious of the approaching danger.

Chancer tried not to laugh out loud. She'd only put her damn phone call on speaker phone! Stupid bitch! He'd heard every word of both sides of the conversation. He picked up his iPod and entered the password. He may not be able to get Danielle's number again yet, but this was almost as good. As he waited for his call to connect, he suddenly realised for the first time that Dawson's name had never been used in writing via the iPod. It was always "our client." Chancer now realised this was very probably deliberate to prevent a security risk.

He spoke softly. The microphone was so sensitive he didn't need to shout. "I need to speak to Mr. Dawson. Now." This time the man on the other end didn't question him and within seconds, Adam Dawson's voice was in his ears. "Hello?"

"Hello Mr. Dawson, I just thought you'd want to know that Charlotte is visiting Danielle in SG tomorrow at eleven with the rest of her family. Not sure if or how you can use this information but there it is."

"Brilliant," Dawson said softly. "Thank you so much Mr. Chancer."

Chancer grinned as he hung up. He wasn't sure what kind of bomb he'd just set to go off, but he had the feeling Charlotte Avery was now in very grave danger. If Danielle was as well with the information he'd just imparted, even better. Perfect, in fact.

To Loomis's and Stark's surprise, Andrews didn't react at all when they both reached his office five minutes later. "Ah, Loomis, Stark come in," he said. Not rising from behind his polished desk. Loomis felt another rush of dislike and hoped it didn't show. Glancing briefly at Stark, he saw it also reflected in her expression. Without a word, the two consultants entered and sat down.

"Perhaps it is good you are both here for this," Andrews began. "I take it Samuel has filled you in Gemma? Regarding our meeting earlier this morning?"

"Yes Sir," Stark nodded.

"Fine then. Since I spoke to you an hour ago Samuel, things have changed. It would appear at this moment; Glass Hill have no spaces and this could be the case for the next few months. This being the case, I am therefore unable to transfer Myers at this time. So, I am ordering he is placed in solitary with minimal food and water and no contact with anyone until he can be transferred to Glass Hill."

Loomis had to fight every muscle in his body not to stand up and punch the suited little prick in the face. God this man truly didn't care about anything except money. Michael was just a number to him, not a person. All be it Loomis himself had considered Michael as "it" only months ago, pure evil even. But a girl named Danielle Hayward had changed all that… He forced himself back to the here and now.

"Sir, that won't work. Michael needs his therapy with me and no contact would no doubt make his… urges worse."

"Well you have already proved your guards can't protect anyone from him," Andrews said evenly. "Do tell me. Do I have any other choice? You'll just have to go down there to talk to him if he needs it so much."

Stark spoke up. "Sir, putting him in solitary could do unspeakable Psychological damage. Not just to him, but to others on the ward."

Andrews burst out laughing. "Do me a favour! He's a damn masked killer! How would his not being there damage others Psychologically? If anything they'll be glad he's no longer there! Psychological damage? Give me a break! That statement makes me question your own sanity, Stark."

Loomis tensed in his chair. Son of a bitch. But Stark of course remained calm.

"Sir, as you know we of course can't tell you what our patients have gone through or say to us. But I need you to trust me when I say putting Michael in solitary is a very, very bad idea and a terrible mistake."

"Seriously Stark? Explain to me why. If Michael Myers had been in solitary already, the two deceased men would still be alive."

Not necessarily, Loomis thought and just knew his colleague was thinking exactly the same.

"Sorry Sir, but if we do this, someone else's life could be in danger. One of our patients has already attempted suicide once."

"Oh yes," Andrews interrupted. "The blind one. What's her name?" He consulted his files. Stark felt a rush of anger. The blind one? How fucking dismissive and patronising. Not to mention he had to check for her name? "Danielle," Stark snapped before she could stop herself. "Danielle Hayward is her name."

"Right. Yes. Hayward. The one with the abusive boyfriend. Yes. But surely you're not telling me her life could be endangered if Michael Myers isn't near her? If anything surely it's the opposite? She'd be so easy to kill it's almost laughable! She wouldn't even see him approaching for God's sake! Easiest kill he'd ever have."

"But he hasn't killed her yet," Loomis said very quietly. "He's had his chance. She appears to be… bringing out his previously lost human side."

Andrews laughed again. "Seriously and you two are two of my best Psychiatrists? I think you're losing your damn minds!

Prick, Loomis thought. Selfish, uncaring prick.