The flight took an hour, but Danielle felt every second. When the pilot's voice came over the intercom telling them to fasten their seatbelts and prepare for landing, Joanne had to help Danielle fasten hers, Danielle's hands were shaking too badly to do it herself. Normally she would've hated this, but she was too distraught, angry and afraid to care.

As soon as they landed, a private ambulance sped on to the run way towards them. They exited the aircraft and straight in to the vehicle. Danielle couldn't help but be thankful and grateful for how fast Dr Stark had moved.

Seconds later, the whale of yet another siren was echoing through the streets as they sped towards the hospital. Danielle only then wondered how Michael felt, being back in Haddonfield. No wonder they'd chained him. She drew in a sharp breath and Joanne squeezed her hand.

"Of course," Danielle breathed to her. "We're in Haddonfield aren't we? No wonder…"

"Yes," Joanne whispered back. "We are." Danielle felt a shiver run down her spine. How had she not thought of that? They were very close to some of Michael's worst and most infamous killings.

As soon as they reached Haddonfield hospital 10 minutes later, 2 police officers approached the ambulance before they'd even disembarked. Dr Stark showed her ID and to Danielle's relief, the officers said nothing about Michael, clearly not recognising him, or understanding Dr Stark was in charge of him.

"Danielle," an officer said. "It's DC Wickard."

Danielle couldn't help but smile faintly at the officer. She'd been amazing after Adam's abuse when Danielle was recovering prior to Smith's Grove. She'd interviewed her in hospital and Danielle had told her everything. Now she winced at the thought of how rude and bitter she must've been towards her. She would apologise for that as soon as she could.

"Hi," Danielle said, her voice still roar with grief and worry. "Thanks, DC Wickard. It wasn't an accident you were assigned here was it?"

"No," the DC said. Danielle was surprised by her honesty. "I've been keeping tabs on you Danielle, and am thrilled you are on the mend."

Danielle faced DC Wickard. "Adam did this," she said. "You know that, right?"

DC Wickard sighed. "We very strongly suspect, but we need…"

"Proof," Danielle snarled. "Yeah, I know. But damn it! Why…"

"Officers are at Mr. Dawson's house as we speak," Wickard said. "We're doing everything we can."

To Danielle's surprise but gratitude, it was DC Wickard who took her arm as she'd done once before, and led her in to the hospital at a fast walk. Joanne dropped back with the 3 men and Dr Stark.

It didn't take them long to reach ICU. Danielle felt sick. Now they were here, she wasn't sure she could do this.

"DC Wickard," she said quietly. "I… I don't think I…"

"Danielle," the officer soothed, stopping by the doors in to ICU. "This is totally your choice. I totally understand if you can't do it."

The doors opened then and Colin stepped out. DC Wickard's colleague had gone ahead to tell them Danielle was there.

"Danielle!" Colin pulled her in to a tight hug. "Thank you so much for coming so fast! You must be Dr Stark? Thank you so much for authorising and allowing this!"

"How…" Danielle couldn't ask the question.

Colin's embrace tightened around her. "She…" he cleared his throat as his voice broke. "She's unconscious, in a coma. She has severe brain injuries and other internal ones. The doctors aren't… they don't think she'll…" Danielle felt a tear hit her cheek. She desperately tried to hold hers back as she hugged him just as tightly.

"This was Adam fucking Dawson," Danielle said. "Wasn't it?"

"I say yes it fucking was!" Colin nodded. "They're searching his house right now. Anything at all Dan, they'll have him for conspiracy to murder. He might not have been driving the car, but…"

Danielle nodded. Colin slowly released her and turned to the men behind her. When he saw Michael, it seemed that he too didn't recognise him for a second, then his eyes went wide.

"Charlotte told me," He breathed to Danielle. "I didn't believe it at first, but… Best of luck, Dan."

Colin turned back to face Michael. "Mr… Mr Myers, Charlotte's told us about how caring you've been towards Danielle, we can't thank you enough for this and I know Charlotte would say the same. Thank you for coming Sir."

Danielle privately wondered whether Colin was really scared shitless to have a silent killer standing in front of him. But if he was he didn't show it. Or perhaps his grief hid it. Colin must've got silent permission from Dr Stark because he said, "please, follow me Mr. Myers, everyone?"

"You ready Danielle?" Joanne's voice was as soothing as any mothers. Danielle took a deep breath, but nodded. They walked through the double doors and along a corridor. Danielle hated hospitals. They reminded her of her own recovery from injuries Adam had inflicted. But this was in a whole other league. Charlotte was trying to stay alive.

They entered Charlotte's private room and immediately Danielle heard the beeping of several machines. She didn't have to be told to know her friend was wired up to them. On their entrance, Emma jumped up from the seat beside Charlotte's bed.

"Danielle!" She pulled her tightly close and kissed her cheek. "Thank you so much for coming so fast! Dave's here and this is Dr Clarkson. Charlotte's Domestic Violence consultant."

"Charlotte…" Danielle began then stopped. The pain was intense. "I… I was told about you," she finished. Immediately Dr Clarkson took her hand and shook it. "I'm sorry we meet this way Danielle," she said. She had a soft Texas drawl and all round gentle tone. "I have been told about you too. You've shown tremendous courage it seems." Danielle looked away. She didn't feel like it right now.

…

Joanne's heart broke seeing the distraught family in front of her. She privately agreed with Danielle. Adam had to have played some part in this. A random hit and run where the driver hadn't stopped? No, Joanne Turner didn't buy that any more than they did. Glancing at Rick who was on Michael's left, she saw the same anger and contempt in his face, then in Jack's. Glancing back, she saw Dave Avery standing right in front of Michael. Rick and Jack were watching intently, but not making any move to stop the meeting.

"Mr. Myers, I'm Dave, Charlotte's dad. Charlotte has told us about you and Danielle. She told us last week." There was silence, and Joanne saw the 2 men had locked eye contact. She was sure she knew what Dave was silently saying to the masked killer. "Kill Adam for us, would you Sir? I'll help you if we find him." She couldn't deny it, she understood.

Joanne could hardly believe what she saw then. Because Michael turned to look down at Charlotte and there was definite softness and sorrow in his usually cold, emotionless gaze. Now Tim, Charlotte's boyfriend stepped forward and hugged Danielle, before shaking hands with Dr Stark, Rick, Jack and Joanne. Finally, he turned to Michael.

"Mr. Myers," he said softly. "I'm Tim, we met on the phone." The killer nodded to him. Nervously, Tim extended his hand, which Michael took.

Emma took Danielle's hand and led her to Charlotte's head. All that could be heard was the beeping of machines and the hiss of an oxygen mask. At that moment, Danielle forgot about everyone else in the room even Michael, focusing entirely on her desperately injured friend.

"Hey C," she kept her voice as cheerful as she could. "Please come back to us? We love you! We will get justice for you, believe me! Yes we fucking will! We'll find who did this, if it's the last thing we do! I love you Charlotte, please, we need you!"

Of course, the beeping of Charlotte's machines was the only answer Danielle received.

It wasn't long before Danielle couldn't stand the sounds of the machines keeping her friend alive any longer. She almost ran out of the room guided by Joanne and would've collapsed against the wall had her guard not supported her and held her up.

"It's so fucking unfair!" Danielle sobbed, as Joanne saw Rick, Jack and Michael step out and the door quietly closed behind them. "Why the fuck did it have to be Charlotte of all people? I'll tell you fucking why! Because that son of a bitch knows how much she means to me, how much I need her and he's determined to hurt us in any way he possibly can! This wasn't just about killing Charlotte; it was about getting to me as well! Can't you guys God Damn see he planned this? Don't say we're doing all we can," she rounded on DC Wickard. "Because that's not good enough for me!" Danielle turned towards Dr Clarkson.

"I'm here too Danielle," the consultant said. Dr Stark is right next to me."

"I really," Danielle took a deep breath, "and you have to trust me on this, I really, really don't mean to be rude Dr Clarkson. But I was promised only a few days ago that Charlotte was "absolutely safe, all measures were being taken to protect her!"" She snorted. "Then what the fuck would you call this?"

To Danielle's utter surprise, Dr Clarkson stepped forward and took her hand in hers. "Danielle," she said quietly, no anger in her voice what so ever. "Believe me here sweetheart, please. I am not just speaking as a doctor. I totally and completely understand why you're so angry and upset. But what I said and passed on to Dr Stark and your DV advisors at Smith's Grove was completely true. We did have measures in place to protect Charlotte, and they will still do so now even though tragically we weren't fast enough to stop this from happening to her."

Danielle threw her free hand up in frustration and exasperation. "Yeah? What, some kind of miracle healing?"

"Now that sounds like the old Danielle we all love," said a voice. Colin had stepped in to the corridor to join them. His voice was full of emotion, but Danielle could hear the affection in it. She tried to smile back at him, but it was impossible.

"Unfortunately not," Clarkson continued, still holding Danielle's hand. "However, Charlotte has a Domestic Violence Protection app on her phone. It enabled her to be monitored by professional security companies wherever she was in the country, even the world."

"Don't you dare say "enabled or was," that sounds like she won't be again? But in the here and now, so what?"

"So sweetheart, it means that someone saw the car which hit Charlotte, someone saw the accident. They have already sent the footage to the Haddonfield police."

DC Wickard nodded. "We got the footage 5 minutes after it happened, but didn't want to say anything in case it didn't help. We don't want to raise false hopes."

"Still would've been nice if you'd told us," Colin and Danielle said together contemptuously.

"How would it have helped?" DC Wickard asked. "It's not like you could go find them is it?"

"Just would've sounded better than the, "we're doing everything we can" typical police bullshit!" Danielle snarled. Colin made a noise of agreement.

"So what have these "professional monitors" found?" Danielle sneered.

"They have given us a description of the vehicle and it was they who called the ambulance. It was on a piece of road with no witnesses."

"Of course it fucking was!" Colin almost yelled. "Doesn't that tell you it was planned? If it'd been an accident, it could've been anywhere else! Don't you fucking dare say it could've been an accident on that piece of road too! Yes we know that! But how fucking likely is it? Like seriously officer, doctor, come on!"

"As you understand Danielle," Dr Clarkson continued. "We wouldn't have someone with her 24 hours a day, she deserves her freedom…"

"THEN MAYBE YOU FUCKING SHOULD HAVE DONE!" Colin was shouting now, unable to stop himself. He collapsed against the wall and it was only when Danielle heard the clinking of chains that she realised Michael of all people there, had grabbed him to stop him falling. Her heart swelled with love for him even in her terrible grief. Neither of the guards with him made any move to stop him.

"Michael's holding his arm," Joanne whispered to Danielle. "He can still use his hands while they're cuffed as you yourself know."

"YOU PEOPLE SAID YOU'D TAKE EVERY MEASURE TO PROTECT HER! YOU FUCKING IDIOTS SHOULD'VE FUCKING KNOWN Adam WOULD BE AFTER HER, SHE'S HIS NUMBER ONE TARGET! YOU EVEN TOLD US AND HER THIS! SO WHY THE FUCK WASN'T SHE SUPERVISED? IT IS ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT Adam GOT TO HER! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF YOU SAY IT WASN'T Adam, WE ALL FUCKING KNOW IT WAS, EVEN YOU TWATS DO!"

"Well said," Danielle said softly. "Well fucking said Cole!"

It was then Colin made a move towards Dr Clarkson and Danielle knew by Joanne's gasp it was Michael who was restraining him, not the other 2 guards.

"MYERS, LET ME AT THEM! I WANT TO FUCKING KILL SOMEONE FOR THIS!"

"But we're not the right people," it was Dr Stark who spoke this time, her voice very gentle. "This is not our fault, Mr. Avery. Maybe admittedly the DV department should have…" she hesitated. "Taken the threat a little more seriously, but it's not us you should target."

"She's right," Danielle said, stepping forward and touching Colin's shoulder. "Dr Stark's right, love. It's not hers or Dr Clarkson's faults."

"We of course understand emotions are high," said the voice of a nurse walking towards them. "But please can I ask you to keep your voices down? We have very ill people here."

"Yeah," Colin rounded on her now. "Like my fucking sister! She's fucking dying and you…" He fell to his knees now, inconsolable. Danielle turned desperately to Joanne, feeling totally helpless. She heard the clinking of Chains again and Colin's agonised shout. "DON'T TOUCH ME MICHAEL MYERS! FUCK! I WISH YOU'D KILLED Adam THAT NIGHT IN 78! YOU WERE SO FUCKING CLOSE!"

"How do you mean?" Danielle found herself whispering the question.

Colin seemed to regret his words and just sobbed. It was like he knew he shouldn't have let that slip. DC Wickard glanced at Dr Stark, Dr Clarkson and the guards. Dr Stark nodded to her and DC Wickard spoke.

"The 1978 killings took place only across the street from Adam Dawson's childhood home. He was 12 at the time."

"Shit," Joanne breathed. Danielle too was in total shock.

Danielle could hardly believe her ears when a few seconds later she once more heard the clinking of chains and this time the sound of someone trying to find their feet. Joanne rushed forward to Michael's other side and put an arm around Colin, who was shaking now.

"Colin," she soothed. "Come on, sit down."

"I… I'm sorry," Colin was still shaking badly. "I… I shouldn't have said that." Joanne noticed that Colin could no longer meet Michael's gaze. She directed him to a chair.

"How… how do you know?" Danielle realised she was still whispering, but had to ask.

Colin shifted uncomfortably. "I…" he swallowed. "I am 2 years younger than Dawson. There's 10 years between Charlotte and I."

"I know, so?"

"So I was 10 in 78. It… it was all over the news at the time of course and they showed the… the scene. I was in school with Dawson wasn't I?"

"Shit, I forgot," Danielle breathed.

"It… it was horrific…" Colin stopped himself, doubtlessly remembering that the killer in question Michael Myers was standing right in front of him. He took several deep breaths, unable to meet anyone's gaze, least of all Michael's.

"It's alright," Joanne sat beside him and put her arm around him once more. "It's ok."

"Fuck," Colin put a shaking hand to his sweating forehead. "Fuck."

After a few seconds of silence, Danielle broke it. "Dr Stark, what's the plan for tonight? We're not going back are we?"

Dr Stark hesitated. "No, we're not. I'll… I'll explain a little later Danielle. Just focus on Charlotte, she's your priority right now."

With this, Danielle couldn't argue. After a moment, she stood up and Colin guided her back in to Charlotte's hospital room. Joanne stayed outside with Dr Stark, Dr Clarkson and the other 2 guards, plus Michael.

"We'll have to tell her won't we?" Joanne whispered to Dr Stark who sighed, but nodded. Joanne was sure she saw the consultant blink back tears. But whether of anger or pain for Danielle, she didn't know.