Now, hearing the footsteps running to and from the block, Derek Chancer felt his panic building. And when he saw the riot guards entering with all their shields and equipment, he knew it was for him.

"Danielle," Stark's voice came quietly through Danielle's cell door. "Are you ok? I've seen the text and I promise you we'll talk as soon as we can. But right now, Dr Loomis has requested Michael is in with you. We are conducting a cell search momentarily and he wants you with Michael. Ok?"

Danielle could only nod. But as Michael's cell door was opened and she heard his slow, calm footsteps approaching hers, she felt herself shiver a little. Despite knowing, or at the very least being certain he wouldn't hurt her, she found herself pressing against the wall. Her door slammed shut. All she could hear was the killer's calm, measured breathing. He didn't approach her, but remained by the door. She understood why. She could almost feel his killing rage. She just hoped she didn't inadvertently anger him while they were locked in here over the next… However long this took.

The block doors crashed open and Derek Chancer heard the footsteps running towards his cell. He hardly had time to register this before a male guard shouted "DEREK CHANCER! HANDS UP WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM! STAND UP, DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING! APPROACH THE DOOR SLOWLY AND TURN AROUND!"

Yep, they were indeed on to him. His "innocent little iPod" lay on his desk. If they took it, his job was over. But would that be so bad? He mused as he turned his back to the door and steal handcuffs were applied to his wrists with harsh clicks.

The guards were pointing their guns at him. While Chancer knew the block guard's weapons had rubber bullets, the guns these guy's carried were the real deal. He could be dead with one shot. His door buzzed open and a guard grabbed him, pulling him out. Derek was only wearing a t-shirt and his underwear. He felt himself shiver. It was cold dressed only this way.

"OK LET'S GO!" A guard shouted and three of them entered his cell. Derek wondered why they had all their riot gear? He was handcuffed and being held by two armed guards. How could he possibly fight back even if he wanted to? Or perhaps it was because of what he'd tried to and almost done to Ray, Rees, whatever the fuck his name was and they wanted extra security and backup. He glanced up the corridor and saw that yes indeed, Michael Myers was standing inside Hayward's cell by the door. He again found himself almost hoping the guards did find the iPod. That said, if Myers knew it had been him who'd done what'd happened so far, he didn't fancy his survival well, chances.

Danielle lay still on her bed, trying not even to move, fearing in some way that even this would anger the killer. Ok he'd treated her kindly, held her at night, let her touch his damn ears, but right now he was Michael Myers, the killer. She certainly didn't want to be on the wrong end of his rage. She heard the guards moving around searching Chancer's cell, the squawking of their radios as the control room asked if they were ok and had found anything. "Negative," she heard one of them say. So not yet then it seemed.

She knew these guys held real guns. Not the rubber bullets Rick, Joanne and the others did. These ones could kill.

Despite Michael being at his most dangerous, Danielle found herself wanting to be close to him as she heard the heavily armed guards doing their jobs. She knew they should make her feel safe and indeed they did. They were trying to find the reason Adam had known she'd had visitors and so on. But still, they shouldn't have to be doing that. Adam had clearly hired someone on the inside to watch her. If it was Chancer, so far they had no proof of this. Danielle felt herself shiver again, pressing closer to the wall and without knowing exactly why, pressed the button to put her Perspex window up.

As Derek Chancer stood there, he found himself wishing they'd hurry up, even if for no other reason apart from how cold he was. It was about five minutes later when he heard one of the guards shout three words.

"RED TO BLACK!"

Chancer had no idea what this meant but he had a horrible feeling it wasn't good. This was only confirmed when the guards with him tightened their grips and one withdrew something from his jacket pocket. Chancer didn't see what it was until it was too late.

He felt the sting of a needle entering his left arm and mere seconds later things started to change. Sound took on the tinny distant sound it does when it sounds like it's coming down a dark tunnel. His vision dimmed and he would've collapsed if the guards holding him hadn't caught him.

I've been drugged. Was his last thought before everything in Derek Chancer's world, went black?

When Danielle heard the guard's shout of, "RED TO BLACK!" She was utterly confused. She tried to tell herself it wasn't her concern, but she couldn't help wondering. Did that mean they'd found something? A few seconds later there were the sounds of the block doors slamming shut. Shortly afterwards, Jordan approached the cell.

"Danielle, Michael, we're all clear. You can take breakfast now should you wish."

Danielle let out a hollo laugh. Her, "I could eat a horse" statement of just under an hour ago, was completely irrelevant now. Her appetite was gone. Adam's text had completely destroyed it. She tried to reason with herself that this was what Adam wanted. He wanted her to fall apart, not eat and potentially attempt suicide again. She couldn't let that happen.

The door buzzed open and Danielle heard the killer step out and be chained. She waited for a moment and then heard the voice of Mel, one of Jordan's team.

"Hey Danielle, we ready for breakfast?"

Again, Danielle wanted to refuse. But not anymore she wouldn't. She would at least try and eat something.

"Do we know what the outcome was of the cell search?" She asked Mel in a low voice as Mel took her arm.

"No lovely," Mel whispered back. "They obviously found something because they used a tranquiliser dart on Mr. Chancer so they could take him down to solitary and interrogate him."

"Shit," Danielle let out a low whistle. "They're not going lightly on him then? Good! If it is him who's been watching me and reporting back to Adam, I can't say I'm at all sorry because I'd be lying."

As she and Mel set off down the corridor, Danielle spoke quietly again. "Where's Michael?"

"He's in front of us with Kevin and Scott," Mel whispered back.

Danielle sighed sadly. She'd had no comfort at all from the killer while everything had happened. But then, could she blame him? Not to mention, did she really need it that much? It was Halloween tonight; the night Michael was most dangerous. She'd coped pretty well considering, she thought. Did she really need his comfort?

"No," said a quiet voice in her conscience. "You wanted it. Totally different things."

She was almost certain she wouldn't be able to talk to the killer today. That would have to wait. Even if she could what could she possibly say to him? Hell she'd been afraid to move in her cell just now for fear of inadvertently angering him. What if she said the wrong thing? His kind treatment of her aside… She didn't want to risk it.

They entered the dining room and Mel fetched her a big plate of scrambled eggs and bacon. You won't win this time Adam, she thought with a determination she hadn't felt in a long time, as she started to eat. To her surprise, once she started, she finished the whole plate.

"Hungry are we?" Mel asked and Danielle could hear the smile in her voice.

"More so than I thought I would be after that," Danielle admitted.

"Do you want some more?"

Danielle surprised herself again. "Yes please."

Ten minutes later.

"Danielle, It's Jack. Are you done?"

"Hey Jack, yes thanks. What's up?"

"Nothing to worry about, I just need a quick word with you in private. Don't worry, you're not in trouble. Not back at school or anything having failed to do your homework."

Danielle couldn't help laughing as she stood from her chair and took his arm. In front of her she heard the harsh clinking of chains as Michael was also escorted out by two guards.

"You know Jack," Danielle breathed as they left the dining room. "He's been so kind to me, caring even but God! I'm scared of him right now. He didn't approach me at all in my cell just now you know, just stayed by the door."

"It's Halloween," Jack whispered back. "I think we're all scared of him today. Two guards, chains, need I say more?"

Danielle shook her head. "No, I get it."

The two of them entered a normal office and Danielle felt another rush of affection for the staff. She had no doubt that under normal circumstances they'd be in a therapy room and she'd be behind glass from Jack. Not this time, not for her.

"Thanks," Danielle said, voicing her thoughts. "I've got no doubt normally I'm supposed to be behind glass while I talk to you. Right?"

"Usually, but I have my stuff to protect myself so doesn't always be that way. "But not for you Danielle. I'll prove it."

He pulled off his equipment vest and placed it on the back of his chair. Danielle wanted to cry. If this didn't show they trusted her she didn't know what did.

"Thanks," was all she could manage. Jack took her hand and squeezed it. He understood that gesture said. How much this meant to her.

Danielle couldn't help herself then. She stepped forward and hugged him tightly, feeling his soft shirt and tie. The guard placed his arm around her and hugged her back, before gently steering her in to her chair.

"You're welcome," he said. "Do you want a tea before we start? This won't take long but of course I'd ask."

"I'm ok thanks, I had two at breakfast."

"Ok. Well Danielle, Dr Stark radioed me a short while ago. She is going to be tied up for quite a while with the interrogation of Mr. Chancer. So she asked me to speak to you as she knows you trust me. Thanks for that, I'm flattered."

Danielle smiled back at him. "Do you have to tell her every single word I say?

Jack chuckled. "Nope, I'll leave that to you."

"Unless you "see a risk?"" Danielle made quotation marks with her fingers on the last three words.

"So cynical Danielle. Now we both know that's not going to happen, is it."

Danielle shook her head. "No. I think Adam's eventual intension is for me to try and commit suicide again. I get that feeling because he just won't leave me the fuck alone! Even in here. You know, I wish misogyny was a capital crime, along with rape and domestic abuse, like murder is. You know the irony of that? I've been treated kinder by a killer who would deserve the chair than Adam ever did! Why can't they just strap Adam in to old Sparky and press the switch? It would be heaven for everyone."

"I hear you," Jack said sympathetically. "I do. But you don't feel suicidal at all do you?"

Danielle shook her head. "No. I'm not letting Adam undo all the progress I've made with all your help!"

"That's our girl!" Jack squeezed her hand again. "That's why we're here. Dr Stark wanted me to check you're ok as Joanne's on rest days right now."

"That's sod's law. It all goes down when she's not here."

"Indeed," Jack said. "But we could always call her in if you need her as we did before."

"God no!" Danielle said. "She deserves her time off. I love that woman and I'm sure she and a certain man named Rick are… Well, busy."

At this, Jack laughed out loud. "She told you did she?"

"Yes and there's also the fact I could just tell by the way they were around and with each other," Danielle smirked.

Jack grinned. "To be honest with you, I think we all could. It wasn't exactly hidden was it?"

"Jack," Danielle said after a moment's pause. "Can I ask you something?"

"You just did," Jack laughed. Danielle groaned. "Very funny."

"Of course. Go for it. I'm all your favourite thing. Ears."

"Oh shut up!" Danielle blushed, mortified. Had she told him? Or had someone else? She couldn't help but ask. "Did Joanne tell you?"

"No Danielle, you did," Jack was struggling not to laugh, Danielle could tell.

"Fuck off! I did not damn tell you!"

"Oh yes you did," he teased, before leaning down so for the first time Danielle felt his ears. They were small, but a little bigger than Joanne's. She felt affection gush up in her heart for him once more.

"Well?" He enquired as he sat up again. "What's the verdict on my ears your honour?"

"Small," Danielle could hardly speak for both laughing and blushing.

"Small, eh? Hmm. Is that good or bad? Although I've seen you touching Michael's ears. You like his, do you?"

Danielle had to admit the truth. "Yes," she said, blushing harder.

Jack wolf whistled. "I see. Like that is it? Anyway. Before I went to the ears court, what did you want to ask me?"

Danielle couldn't help it. She hugged him again. "Thank you so much Jack, you're making this so much easier for me than it could've been. You're awesome. Thanks."

"Anytime," he hugged her back. "So go head?"

Danielle hated that the conversation between them once more had to become serious, but she had to know. "What did they find in Chancer's cell? Mel told me they drugged him with some sort of tranquiliser dart? Why?"

Jack hesitated a moment, then spoke. "I am of course only telling you this because it's about you. They did indeed tranquilise him. The purpose of this is because they've found something suspicious in his cell. So he'll be taken down to an interrogation room in solitary confinement. Believe me, he won't find it fun."

"How will that work?"

"He'll be asked questions by Doctors Stark and Loomis, surrounded by guards, one of whom will be armed. He'll have no food just water and They won't stop until he's answered them. No before you say it, he won't be tortured or anything, but I know you know the State want to execute him as you mentioned it to me once. Dr Loomis could make that happen in the blink of an eye. I think that's enough incentive for him to talk."

"Shame about him not being tortured. God knows he's tortured enough women! In that case I almost kind of hope he doesn't talk. He's one man who the world would be a much better place without. If anyone deserves the chair, he does."

"Between you and me, I think Dr Loomis is trying to expedite it anyway, whether he talks or not."

"Good!" Danielle said fervently.

Finally, she asked the question she really wanted to know the answer to. "Do you know what they found in his cell?"

"I honestly don't, no," Jack said apologetically. "But I have no doubt Dr Stark will tell you when you can talk with her. I've seen the text you got from Adam and…" He paused. "I really didn't want to be the one to tell you this but Dr Stark asked me to. Adam was indeed near here last night after Charlotte visited you. He somehow knew you had visitors. Charlotte and her family saw him. The police told us this morning."

"Fucking dickhead," Danielle muttered, feeling anger at these words. "Is Charlotte ok? Her family?"

"Now don't you worry they're all fine. Their main concern was of course you. But there was no way Adam could, or would get anywhere near you."

"I know," Danielle smiled at him genuinely. "Not with you amazing guys around. Am I ok to phone her when we're done here?"

"Now why are you asking me that? Of course you are. I wouldn't be surprised if she's phoned you already."

If truth be told, neither would she.

Unable to stop herself, Danielle started feeling Jack's equipment vest on the back of the chair. Without a word, he picked it up and handed it to her. She was surprised how heavy it was. Grinning, she slipped it up her arms so she was wearing it.

"Uh oh," Jack said. "Guard Danielle's on duty!"

"Sorry," Danielle blushed. "Do you mind?"

"Not at all," he laughed.

"I felt Joanne's vest once, but she was wearing it then. I'll say what I said to her. I'd love to carry all that stuff on me as part of my job. It must make you feel so… Safe?"

"Hmmm." Jack considered her wording. "Perhaps. But we are under governed rules how we use it. Like we can't just cuff someone for the hell of it."

Danielle started touching the pockets with the equipment in now she was wearing it, to get it from the guard's perspective. She felt his baton, radio, CS spray, handcuffs, notebook and pen.

"What is that?" She asked, pulling out what looked like an aerosol can.

"My attack alarm. It's so we don't have batteries. We'd be in a spot of trouble if our attack alarm battery ran out and we didn't realise it."

"True," Danielle agreed. "How does it work then?"

"Compressed air. It sprays out and causes a very loud horn siren noise."

"That's pretty cool," Danielle said. "I think Joanne had a battery one when she showed me hers."

"Yeah we do have battery ones but we only use those if these ones are out of stock. We got a new lot in last week."

"Ah," Danielle nodded. "I take it it's hooked to the vest to stop someone grabbing or you dropping it?"

"Yup," Jack said. "Do you want to sound it?"

"Am I allowed to do that?" Danielle couldn't lie she'd like to hear it. She'd never seen a spray alarm before.

"Sure. Hang on." Jack gently pulled out his radio from the pouch on Danielle's chest and spoke in to it.

"Hey guys, Danielle's having a look at my equipment vest and she wants to hear a spray alarm. Don't panic when you hear it."

After a few seconds, Jack spoke again. "Ok go for it."

Danielle gently pressed on the nozzle but it didn't move.

"Aha," Jack said with a grin. "There's a trick. Twist the nozzle to the right. It's a locking mechanism so we can't spray it accidentally. I'm going to cover my small ears now!"

Laughing, Danielle did so and as lightly as she could pressed the nozzle a second time.

The sound was ear-splitting. Within that second Danielle's ears were ringing.

"Fucking hell!" She said. Jack laughed. "You couldn't miss that could you? Holy shit that's loud!"

She twisted the nozzle back to the left and felt it click back in to its locking position, before returning it to its pouch.