Simon sat across from his mum; she looked older than the last time he had saw her. He wanted to put his arms round her and tell her everything was ok, to take that grey hunted look out of her face but he couldn't. He couldn't touch at all, could only look at her through a plastic window.

He was still being kept in the Inverness Police Office Cells and this was nearly his second day here. They had spoken to him once or twice but not much. Just general tid bits.

He had seen a lawyer yesterday who had told him best thing to do was shut up and wait it through because the police only held him charged as a suspect and had absolutely no evidence that it was him. The lawyer had said the police were not able to keep him here any longer than 36 hours with out getting a magistrate to say that they could. It was unlikely they would agree to this with the lack of evidence.

So if he behaved and didn't rile up the police all he had to do was wait his time to get the hell out of this dump and finally be able to do some research to see if anything could be done about Kayleigh.

"How is it son?" His mum asked, though he got the feeling she didn't really want to know.

"Not too bad really. The lawyer yesterday say its unlikely they can arrest me for anything but suspicion of Kay's disappearance and that I'll likely be out within the next day because their isn't any evidence. But they're determined I did something. They come in here every so often, drag me up the stairs and try to bully me out of it."

Her face looked scandalised at this bit of information. He had been himself the first time he had been in the interview room after the arrest and they had turned round and said, "We know you did it. We have a witness who confirmed it and we have your friends statements saying you left with her and CCT footage of you in a garage just before and then the taxi driver who took you out to the hill so start spilling Campbell."

He just had taken the lawyers advice and calmly said what happened every time they tried something shifty. So far so good but one more crack and he'd lose it but he kept telling himself that Kayleigh needed his help and being stuck in a cell sure as hell wasn't going to help him.

"Well phone me as soon as ye ken Simon. I will come pick you up straight away. Anyway I had better get back to work. But I'll come by tomorrow if there's no phone call. Goodbye son."

He knew it was her lunch break meaning that she didn't have to go back just now but in less than an hour. Her only reason for coming down here was to see if he was ok but he understood her reason; he wouldn't want to be in here any longer than necessary.

A policeman came and took him back to the grungy small cell. It was cold and damp and the only thing keeping him going was Kay; that he had to get out of here and imagining any trouble she was in. Also just picturing her made him smile. He would do anything for her. He just had to keep cool…just keep cool. He repeated it to himself over and over and lying down on the horrible mattress drifted to sleep.

"Oi Campbell, get up." The words rang through his brain but he couldn't quite make them out just yet. He stretched, rubbed his eyes and then finally the words made sense.

He opened his eyes to see a policeman standing at the door. "Can I help ye?" Simon asked sarcastically as though it was his own home he was in.

"Yer free to go. Now get a move on, I haven't got all day."

Simon thinking he'd imagined things or was in a dream asked, probably stupidly but he was still half asleep, "Really?"

"Aye Campbell, now move it!"

He smiled and made his way to the door and followed the policeman to the front desk where he got back all his personal belongings and what not. He used the phone to call his mum who said she would be there as soon as possible.

So an hour later having had his mum drop him off home, call his lawyer telling him the good news, grabbing a shower and getting on some clean clothes he made his way to the library in Farraline Park.

He hadn't been to the library since he was a kid because he wasn't really big on reading. Probably had only read about 6 books in his entire life.

Anyway stopping at the desk he registered again with the library and sat down at a computer and typed in the words Craig Na Dun. Surprisingly enough a few bits and pieces came up. There was an article in the Inverness Courier dating 4th May 1946 but he couldn't actually access it due to not having a subscription.

He wondered back over to the librarian at the desk and asked if there were any old copies of the Inverness Courier.

She was old, the normal type of librarian you'd find; old and with glasses who was really sweet and helpful. "Well let's see, there's archives of all the Inverness Courier dating from when it started in 1817."

"Magic. And how do I access these papers?" He asked trying to hard to not rush the woman.

"Is there a certain date you are looking for?"

"Mmm, make it between 1940 and now if possible."

"Aye, hang on a sec, I'll just get the slides for ye." She bent down and pulled out a box and getting the right ones, handed to him and pointed where the machine was.

He thanked her and sat at the machine and plugged in the first one. It fell to January 16th 1940 and was stating about an Inverness Comfort Fund. Mmm, probably best to get onto the date he had heard about. Flicking through the newspaper he finally found the article he was looking for:

Holiday Woman Disappears At Craig Na Dun

It was regarding an Englishwoman who had disappeared in 1946 exactly at Craig Na Dun. A coincidence that Kay also disappeared there; I think not! Going on with this story he looked throughout the years, which went onto, say that finally her husband had given up the search for his missing wife.

He thought that must be the end of it until three years later he found another article, which dealt with her reappearance. That was a good sign, he thought.

Returned From The Dead

Claire had turned up nearly three years later in April of 1948, dishevelled and dressed in rags, wandering near the spot at which she had disappeared. While appearing to be in good physical health, though slightly malnourished Claire was disoriented and incoherent. It went onto say she was treated at local hospital for exposure and shock. That was weird. He check further years but there was no other article expect one titled Kidnapped By The Fairies which said basically there was no known reason why Claire had disappeared at least none that anyone knew. But due there being no explanation the newspaper had claimed due to where Claire had disappeared perhaps it was a case of Claire being taken by the fairies who roamed in hills where stones were. Mmmm, he wasn't so sure about that, he had read about those so-called Fairies hills in school but that just seemed absolute garbish.

He found another article in 1968 relating to Craig Na Dun where a local woman had killed her husband by burning him in Craig Na Dun stone circle and hadn't been seen again. The police believe she had fled the scene. It also stated that the police had taken a statement from Claire Randall, who had disappeared 20 years ago. Definitely not a coincidence. They had taken a statement from Claire Randall's daughter, Brianna, and a friend of mother and daughter and local man, Roger Wakefield.

Wakefield…there was something familiar about that name but he couldn't place it. Perhaps his mum or dad would remember some of these stories and maybe, just maybe there might be some ancestors going about the place who could help him.

Finally something that may help him find Kayleigh. She just couldn't be dead. He would feel it if she were, he just knew he would. But fairies, that just seemed a bit far-fetched. God only knew.

He quickly tidied up and handed back the films to the lady and went over to the history section, not really sure if he should be here. He found the Scottish section; everything about the damn Rebellion in 1745. Like he needed to hear anymore about that Scottish disaster. Nothing about Craig Na Dun. He wanted to throw the whole rack of books in frustration but managed to keep his temper. No good getting all one up, no use at all.

As he scanned the row of books his eyes stopped on one called, 'Scottish Lore and Folklore'. He took it out and looked at the front cover. Could it help him? He wasn't sure but he took it out anyway and made his way home.

Looking at his watch he noticed it was half past five. Good just in time to get some supper and talk to his Ma and Da about Claire and Brianna Randall and Roger Wakefield. Perhaps they had some insight.