A/N: Ok, what's this four chapters in two days? There must be something in the water because I'm just full of ideas recently! Hehe, this is more exciting and a wee bit longer than the other few chappies...oh the next one is gonna be fun!

Thanks to killhill2003, Lozzie, Lexs gal, Thunderbird-Shrapnel, Winchester-Dream, kazza and pepsemaxke for my 56 reviews?! 56? Man, I'm just so overwhelmed! I really am! Well my pedigree chums, you have made me a very, very happy little girl!

killhill - Have a nice holiday hun! And I'm feeling much better today...this 48 hour virus thing has run it's course! I just can't breathe outta my nose very well! And thanks Thunderbird-Shrapnel too - I have been living on a diet of Lucozade, grapes and soup and I must say the fanfictions and pics of Virgil have helped lots!

Winchester-Dream - Thank you so much for your review! I'm really glad you like Sophia...it's so hard because I want her to be likeable without being too 'perfect' It sucks!

"Sir, something is showing up on our radar."

The Hood turned, a smile playing on his lips.

"Well Jeff, that was quick. Very quick indeed," He muttered to himself as he strode over to the control panels. He watched three small dots blink their way across the screen.

Harry, who had been across the room, stood up and waited for word. His eyes flicked across to where Sophia lay, perfectly still bar small rises and falls in her chest.

Sophia, on the other hand was doing her very best not to move. Fortunately, she had only passed out for no more than five minutes but decided it was in her best interests to remain sparked out. She could, of course hear everything that was being said and done and had to keep herself relaxed when she heard of the eminent arrival of the Tracy's.

"Get her out of here. I want her completely out of sight," The Hood barked at Harry. Harry nodded obediently and stepped over to where Sophia lay.

Muttering about not being a servant, Harry scooped her up easily once more and threw her over his shoulder, almost making Sophia cry out in pain at the fact most of her internal organs were being squashed. Instead she kept a calm face but was biting her cheek very hard.

Harry slowly made his way over to the other side of the room and awkwardly opened the door with one hand, shooting filthy looks at the man standing near the door who didn't bother to help.

When Harry was out of the room and was making his way through the halls, Sophia opened her eyes very slowly and looked about, trying to memorise anything that could be helpful in getting back to The Hood. The only thing Sophia could really stick in her mind was the carpet, a faded red affair that any interior design conscious person would drop dead at the sight of.

At least Penelope would be able to spot it a mile off.

Sophia was then about to launch into memorising the woodwork when she felt something extremely unpleasant.

Harry's hand. On her thigh.

Sophia almost had the inclination of kicking him very hard somewhere very soft but stopped herself. What kind of person touched up an unconscious woman?

Instead she gritted her teeth and tried to think up a plan. So far, she had seen no-one pass them. This meant, if she knew how, she could easily knock Harry out and run for it.

The problem was Harry was a lot bigger than her. And she had no idea how to knock someone unconscious with bare hands. And she had no where to run even if she did succeed in the aforementioned.

Sophia bit her lip, it was really now or never. She lifted her head ever so slightly and saw they were walking past shelves. Full of books and other heavy objects.

Sophia swallowed hard but had to bite her lip once again for Harry had now taken to stroking her bare leg softly. Oh, she'd enjoy whacking him with a book very much.

Building up all her courage, Sophia reached out to snatch a book as quickly and as quietly as possible.

But something horrible happened.

Just as her fingers brushed the spine, she felt herself being carried away from it. She reached out as far as possible but Harry had turned into a room. With a angry and defeated huff, Sophia dropped her arm and squeezed her eyes shut.

Sophia felt Harry swing her off his shoulders and onto yet another bed in one fluid movement, although not too gently. Sophia tried her best to keep straight faced and still and it obviously worked because she felt the mattress sag slightly as Harry perched on the edge of it.

He brushed some hair from her face and allowed his hand to rest on her shoulder. Sophia felt his warm rough hands graze her skin as he rubbed her arm slowly.

Sophia felt her stomach lurch. Was Harry being nice to her? The very thought made her skin crawl and she wanted to smack his hand away from her.

"Oh Sophia," He uttered softly.

Oh bugger, Sophia thought. Harry was being nice.

"You weren't supposed to get tangled up in this. You weren't supposed to get tangled up in anything really," Harry explained quietly while all Sophia could do was pretend she was a cabbage. No, parsnip. Parsnips were yellow.

"If only I could turn the clock back," Harry sighed and Sophia fought the urge to scoff loudly. Instead she rolled her eyes underneath her closed lids. Here we go, she thought.

Harry's hand was still on her arm and he moved it gently up toward her neck, his touch making her goose-bump horribly. She felt his thumb on her jaw bone and as he ran his finger tip across her bottom lip, she felt a horrible dose of déjà vu.

It reminded her of Virgil. Lovely, gentle Virgil with his great big brown eyes and his careful touch...

Something triggered inside of Sophia. She flashed her eyes open and met Harry's instantly.

"Christ!" He shouted, almost falling off the bed in shock. Sophia sat up, glaring at him. She tried to recall every bad memory she had of Harry which was fairly easy as she had plenty. Broken promises, lies and his arrogance. Finding out who he really was, him abandoning her when she needed him most...

"Sophia! You're awake, are you -," Harry began but Sophia summoned all her strength and socked him straight in the mouth before he could finish.

"OW OUCH!" Sophia cried, cradling her hand with her other. "Good gracious, that hurt!"

Harry was on the floor with a split lip. Gingerly, Sophia peered over the edge of the bed at him. It had sure hurt Sophia but she doubted it was enough for him to be out for long.

She pushed herself off the bed and stepped over Harry.

"Sorry, but you did deserve it," She said to him and made her way for the door. She opened it carefully and peeped out. The hall was empty.

All she had to do now was find her way out and get to the Tracy's before they get trapped inside here too.