Martin realized that it was unlike him to jump to conclusions, the witness on the train could easily be wrong, and Sam could be absolutely fine, but it wasn't something he was willing to risk. He hadn't gone this far, just to watch her disappear forever.

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"What… what did I do…?"

"It's okay… it'll be fine… just give me the gun,"

"NO! So you can blow my head off? I don't think so,"

"I'm trying to help you, you bastard!"

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Jack reached for his cell phone, but before he could answer a message flashed up saying 'no battery' and it switched itself off.

"It was just the office… thought I'd charged this though," he muttered walking down the street briskly.

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Okay, being shot in the leg felt like a burning jackhammer… so what does this feel like…hmm…two burning jackhammers? Three massive axes? How about a partridge in a pear tree? Is that to eat in or take out? It was pretty obvious Sam wasn't thinking straight, as she forced her eyes open. Everything around her was just a whir of colour, and to be honest, she was amazed she was still awake! No, being shot in the shoulder and the lower arm definitely hurts more than once in the leg…ha, I got shot by a carrot… twice!

"Oh my gosh! You killed her, she's dead, you killed her!" in the distance someone was yelling, but it seemed too far away for Samantha to recognise who it was. Her eyes slowly closed.

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'Life in Fast forward, couldn't be more appropriate, Martin thought, glancing at the book which was currently sticking out from the glove compartment of his car. The last 45 minutes had gone really quickly, not that Martin could remember much of what had happened. But yeah, here he was, driving along the motorway towards some place which could, or could not, be where his girlfriend was. Or is that ex-girlfriend? He couldn't help but wonder if it was too late, if she was already gone.

He knew Viv and Danny were almost as anxious as he, but still he had left them at the office. Any updates, and he would call them. He'd seen the look on Danny's face when Vivian and he thought Martin's back was turned. It was an obvious sign that they knew what was going on, as much as Martin and Sam had tried to cover over their relationship. As harsh as it sounded, Martin was almost glad Jack was out of town. If he knew about them… who knows what would happen.

He cares about Sam, Martin thought, the guilt slightly getting to him, I should have called him. She cares about Jack. He put it down to not thinking straight that he didn't even think of picking up the phone and calling Jack, but of course, Viv would have already done that… or at least should have.

"Just hold on sweetheart," he murmured, more for his own nerves than anything else.

The road was jammed as he got off of the motorway, cars everywhere and people beeping their horns, trying to get through. Martin sighed. Spotting a traffic cop, he wound down his window.

"What's going on?"

"You mean you haven't heard?" The policeman looked surprised, "There's been a train high jacking. It's only parked a few miles from here, crashed off the rails or something. Apparently there's some cop hurt in it,"

"Do you know how I can get to the scene?"

"I'm sorry man, nobody's allowed through there,"

"I'm with the FBI, I need to get through," he pulled his badge out of his pocket, "See, Agent Fitzgerald,"

"Oh right, go right through here then," He pointed towards a clearing behind the police tape and Martin followed his directions.