"I'm her boss," he said in the end, sighing at how woefully inadequate the statement was.

"Oh, so you're a journalist too?" Marie asked, smiling at Neil, who had suddenly realised that Andrea's parents probably knew nothing of her undercover operation.

"Or perhaps a policeman?" Philip interjected, putting a hand on his wife's shoulder, "Our girl has been busy, remember?"

Neil smiled, "Yes, I'm the DI at her station. She's a good officer."

"Wont be allowed back now though, will she?" Marie asked.

"No, probably not."

"Well, it's good of you to come and visit her. We thought she would have been a bit unpopular with her police colleagues," Marie explained.

"I just wanted to make sure she was okay."

Andrea started to stir in her bed and Marie rushed to her daughters side.

"I'll leave you to it," Neil announced, picking up his coat and shooting Andrea a final, longing look.

"Thank you for coming," Marie called, barely taking her eyes from her daughter.

Neil left the room and was surprised to hear Philip calling him.

"Neil, can I have a quick word?" Philip asked, catching up with him.
"Of course," Neil replied, as they found a nearby bench.

"Just between the two of us, what was really going on between you and my daughter?"

Neil looked sheepish, "Is it that obvious?"

"All I want is the truth."

"We've been seeing each other for about six months, but it's complicated."

"How?"

"Well, for one thing, she's a journalist and I'm a DI."

"But you didn't know that until recently."

"Also," Neil held up his left hand, "I'm married."

"Ah, there's your problem," Philip said.

"I'm sorry I lied to you in there, but I didn't want you to get the wrong idea about our relationship."

"So what's the right idea?"

"Mr Dunbar, I love your daughter very much and before all this happened we were ready to start a new life together. I was going to leave my wife and my job and she and I were going to be together. Properly."

"And now?"

"My plans haven't changed. I still love her and I will wait as long as it takes for her to get better. To remember me again."

Philip sighed, "Neil, I know you wont like this, but Marie and I think it would be best if Andrea returned home with us to recuperate. Now with the amnesia, it seems like an even better solution."

Neil was shocked, "No, you can't take her away."

"Please, we have to think about what's best for her," Philip argued. Neil was about to reply when Marie appeared at Andrea's door and asked Philip to return inside. He asked Neil to wait for a few minutes. Neil sat back in his chair and tried to work out what to do. If Andrea was to return to Scotland, then he might never see her again. What if she remembered everything but him? Should he tell her they were an item or let her remember for herself? He didn't know what to do for the best.

After a while, Philip returned. He retook his previous seat and sighed, leaning on his knees and resting his head in his hands.

"She's pregnant," he said, simply, after a few seconds.

Neil's head shot round, "What?"

Philip sat up and looked at the younger man, "Three months. Did you know?"

Neil shook his head, "No. I don't think she did either. We were drinking the night before the explosion. Is the baby okay? I mean, it wasn't affected by any of this, was it?"

"No, the explosion didn't harm it and once she got here, the doctors knew. They didn't want to tell anyone until she woke up, or it became absolutely necessary for someone to make a decision. They were careful," Philip explained, then he paused, "They, er, they want to know who the father might be."

"It's my baby."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

Philip stood up, "You'd better come and tell them that then."