Hi. Here is a little bit more.

Somebody mentioned the chapters could be a little bit longer. I will try to make them longer, hopefully this one is. Hope you enjoy it.

A few days later, Andrea was released from hospital. Her and her parents decided to stay at her flat for a few days to sort out her belongings and then, try as Neil might to convince them otherwise, they were going back to Scotland. Andrea did not seem to know what was going on, and so had no opinion on whether going home was right or not. She just went along with everything her parents said, preferring not to think about what was happening.

"What if she doesn't ever remember me? I'll never see my child!" Neil argued.

"We'll sort something out," Marie decided, offhandedly.

"Why can't she stay here? I'll take care of her," he offered.

"She doesn't know who you are," Marie argued.

"She doesn't know who you are either," Neil countered, angrily.

Marie sighed, "We're leaving tomorrow on the half seven overnight train. You can come and say good bye."

Neil stalked angrily out of the flat and headed towards his car. He didn't know what to do. If he let them take her away, then he risked losing her and their baby forever, but what choice did he have? With Andrea so incapable of making any rational decision, he was fighting her parents, who only cared about their daughters wellbeing, not that of her married lover.

On the drive back to work, he made a decision. He would never be able to stop Philip and Marie taking Andrea home with them, but he could prepare things for when she came back. He would leave Philippa, find a place to live with room for a nursery and a safe environment for the baby. He would get on with life and make sure she had something to come back to when her memory finally returned.

Before returning to the station, he made a couple of stops to pick up some very important presents. On his arrival at work, he called Phil into his office.

"What's up, sarge?" Phil asked, his normal respectful self, as always.

"I need to ask you a favour."

"What kind of favour?"

"I hate to ask this, but I need somewhere to stay for the next couple of weeks."

"And you want to stay with me?' Phil double checked, slightly shocked.

"I've got nowhere else to go."

Phil thought about it for a few moments, then nodded, "Yeah, okay, you can have my spare room. On two conditions."

"Which are…?"

"One, this is strictly between the two of us. I don't want people thinking I'm sucking up to the boss."

"Done," Neil agreed, "And the other?"

"I'm supposed to be going out with Sam on Saturday night, but I got a call this morning and I've got to have Madison over the weekend. You're gonna babysit for me."

"Not a problem," Neil agreed.

"Right," Phil smiled, "I think we've got a deal."

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The next day, Neil arrived at Andrea's in plenty of time to take her and her parents to the train station. He asked if he could talk to Andrea alone before they left and Philip and Marie agreed, with some hesitation.

"All ready for the trip?" he asked as they sat on her familiar sofa.

"Yeah, everything's all packed up. Most of my things are going into storage for now," she told him.

"Yeah, your parents said," he replied, "I think they think I'm going to try and kidnap you or something."

She laughed, "They're just worried."

"I know and I'm glad they're going to be taking such good care of you. I just wish it wasn't in Scotland," he admitted, quietly, then he handed her a large gift bag, "Look, I got you some things. Don't open them now, you can open them on the train or something, but I wanted you to have them."

"Thank you," she said, taking the bag, and placing it at her feet, "Neil, I don't remember what we had before the explosion. I wish I did, because you seem like such a great guy and, well, I am having your baby, but I can't force these memories. I don't know how long it will be before I start to remember things again, so I just want you to know, that I'm pretty sure I wont be upset if, when I do remember, you don't want me anymore. It's a lot to ask of you to wait indefinitely."

"Andrea, I will wait as long as it takes. I'm not giving up on us."

"Thank you," she smiled. She looked into his eyes and, just for a second, felt a flash of recognition, but it was gone as quickly as it arrived.
"Right, well, we'd better get you lot of to the station. Can't have you missing your train," Neil announced, standing up and offering Andrea his hand.

She picked up the bag of gifts and took his hand, "No, because that would be a tragedy."

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The train chugged along rhythmically, the same way it had done for hours, heading for Andrea's home town. Her parents were fast asleep, but it would not come to her. She had been sat staring out of the window, desperately trying to remember something, anything, but so far, she had had no luck.

She looked round and her eyes rested on the gift bag Neil had given her before she left. She hadn't got around to opening it yet, but this seemed as good a time as any. Carefully, she removed the first package from inside the bag, a soft, medium sized square. Opening it, she found a beautiful white baby blanket, embroidered with a white teddy bear in one corner. She held it up to her cheek, enjoying the softness of it, before folding it carefully on her lap and reaching into the bag for the second box. This one was much smaller and harder, jewellery box shaped, in fact. The wrapping paper came off quickly and when she flipped up the lid of the box, it revealed a small, delicately detailed silver locket.

She reached into the box and removed the pendant and chain, fiddling with the catch briefly to show the photos inside. On one side was a photo of herself and Neil laughing and on the other was an inscription which read 'All my love. Always, N xxx'. She closed the locket and slipped the chain round her neck, securing it tightly. After tidying up the area around her, putting the torn wrapping paper back into the gift bag and pushing it out the way, she curled up into a ball by the window, clutching the blanket tightly.

She waited for sleep to come, but instead, came the tears.