Ché rammed the door for something like the tenth time. Even under his immense weight it wouldn't budge. He'd tried kicking it open but it didn't do anything at all. Sportacus had also helped him but again nothing had happened. Thinking of something else to Ché called to Greta to ram the door with him. With both their weights combined and strength also it had to work. Walking back two metres Greta told everyone to stand back. Holding Ché's hand she ran at full speed with him and they hit the door as one. Under the force the door buckled slightly, one more try and it would fly open. Backing up they rammed the door again and debris flew everywhere, they'd done it. Quickly Sportacus ran out of what was once the door and headed to where the trouble was.

Robyn stood facing the stranger. He'd called her sister. Her mind whirled with confusion and she struggled to believe it. It was true though, the eyes she was looking into were darker versions of her own. The stranger had the same hair colour and she could see something of herself in his face, the part of herself she feared the most.

"Perhaps I should introduce myself. My name is Cain. I'm Lily's son as much as you are her daughter. I never knew my father nor could I care too. I know he's dead and that she killed him. Slit his throat apparently." Cain paused when Robyn didn't seem very enthusiastic, "I'm your elder brother by about five years. Isn't this exciting? It's a family reunion!" Cain shouted with twisted amusement.

Sportacus picked up his pace when he heard someone shouting. The closer he got to the trouble the more a cloying feeling of dread filled him. Something bad was up ahead and he had no idea what it was. Looking round Ché was gaining on him; the ex-hero obviously sensed the same thing. As much as Ché was no longer a hero he still had a duty to rescue people where necessary.

Cain obviously sensed that he and his newly reunited sister would have company. Jumping over the still unconscious Kit he grabbed Robyn and pulled her into a harsh, rough and wholly unwarranted kiss.

"I'll be back." He whispered before running off.

With his advantage of height Ché spotted the stranger running away and broke off and made chase. He called to Sportacus to go after Robyn, he could handle the stranger. Ché powered after the stranger and was upon him in an instant. The stranger struggled against Ché with all his might but the giant had him firmly held. What Ché didn't notice was a slight glint of silver before he felt something stab in the abdomen. Crying out in pain Ché dropped the stranger and he got away. Greta was quickly by Ché's side and ignored his order to grab the stranger before he got too far away.

Ripping Ché's shirt open Greta inspected the wound. It wasn't as deep as it could have been and wasn't bleeding much.

"That extra fat has probably saved your life Ché, try mocking your diet now." Greta scolded annoyed at Ché's childishness.

Doctor Cole was quickly on the scene. Bessie had called him once the door of the town hall had been obliterated just in case anyone had been hurt. Ché seemed to be the most urgent case. He found it quite amazing that the giant had suffered very little injury from the stab wound. His extra muscle masses had blocked the scalpel and done very little damage. The wound was dressed and he advised Ché it would be sore for a few days and he should be careful of it.

Kit was the next patient. He'd woken up just after the stranger had made off and was sitting up rubbing the back of his battered head. Both Kit and Sportacus had found it amazing that Robyn was apparently unharmed. Sportacus made a point to speak to Robyn once everything was calmed down.

"One thing I can say," Kit began, "is that this stranger is a man. A strong one too."

Greta came up and rolled her eyes, "a little late for that information. We already knew that. Ché grabbed him but the stranger stabbed him and ran away. Ché's fine in case anyone cared."

Kit chuckled but stopped, laughing made his head hurt.

"Well at least you can still laugh. To assess any possible damage that was done to your head as a result of the blow I'm going to ask you some questions. They might seem stupid but they help me." Doctor Cole explained holding a bloodied piece of swabbing to the back of Kit's head.

"Whatever you say Doc."

"Ok. What's your name?"

"Depends which one you're looking for."

Doctor Cole thought for a moment, "for argument's sake let's say both."

"Sergei Kitchlovsky or Kit. Preferably Kit."

"Ok. Age?"

"Twenty two going on twenty three."

"Where do you live?"

Kit pointed in the direction of his house, "somewhere over there."

"All good so far. I know they're silly questions but head injuries which bleed an often signify minor damage or concussion. Now, what can you remember?"

Kit thought back. "Everything. I was talking to Robyn when a third party answered something I'd said and hit me. You'll have to ask Robyn for the rest."

Everyone looked to Robyn for answers.

Robyn didn't know what to do now. She was trapped on all sides. She couldn't and wouldn't lie but she also couldn't and wouldn't tell them what Cain had said to her. As fast as her mind tried to find a solution there was none. Confessing was the only thing she could do. The reaction from everyone would be explosive but it was the only way.

Taking in a deep breath and wishing the ground would just open up and swallow her Robyn began. "His name is Cain. He knew her."

"Her who?" Doctor Cole broke in confused.

"Lily," Robbie replied joining the group. He was relieved to see that Robyn was alright.

Doctor Cole nodded, "I've heard of her. Please continue."

Robyn looked desperately at her father hoping he'd interject. Against her expectations Robbie urged her to continue.

"Cain is her son." Robyn concluded in nothing much more than a whisper.

"What!" Sportacus exploded. "The only child Lily had was you."

"Can we please calm down." Doctor Cole interrupted before Sportacus could continue on a rant which would upset Robyn. "Let the girl speak."

Robyn nodded a thank you to Doctor Cole. "There was another child. He's five years older than me."

"That means she must have already had him when she came here for the first time. She abandoned a five year old child to run amok here? Who was the father?" Robbie asked trying to piece things together.

"He didn't say. He never knew his father but knew that she had killed him. Whatever happened to him when she came here I don't know." Robyn replied.

Doctor Cole shook his head, "how would he know where to come? That you even existed?"

"She talks to him." Robyn's words were evenly spoken.