A muffled thud on the roof of the car forced those inside to look up in horror. Their eyes couldn't penetrate the roof above them and yet if they had their hearts would have quivered. Looking through the darkness ahead of him Sami could see a pair of white hands clinging to the small lip between the roof and the windscreen. Pushing the accelerator down sharply Sami pulled the steering wheel this way and that in hopes that he might make the unwanted passenger let go but the hands wouldn't move. With much more force Sami pulled the car at sharper angles but still those iron hands refused to loose their grip on the roof of the car. A grip similar to that which time holds on every living being before it drags them to their dark demise.

After one more attempt at pulling the car free from its aggressor Sami lost control of the car, it refused to steer in the direction he wanted it to. Even trying to brake wouldn't stop the car in a self possessed collision course towards an alleyway on the other side of the road. No matter how he tried Sami couldn't regain control and the car careered into the alleyway, sending sparks flying as the driver's side of the car impacted with the wall. After an agonising amount of time filled with the deafening screech of metal against brick, the car finally shuddered to a sudden halt sending those in the car into disarray and the intruder on top flying off two metres before crashing to the ground with a sickening crack.

No one inside or outside the car moved. They were all still.

Something wasn't right. He could feel something telling him that something somewhere was wrong. Looking down at his crystal as he flew through wispy clouds that hung in the air like loose cotton he tried to work out what was happening. Not one to ignore his instincts he decided it best to turn around and go back. Pedalling a little faster to make a clean turn he was surprised when he could hear something ringing, fumbling in one of his massive pockets he pulled out his phone. Cradling it between his shoulder and cheek he listened intently to the words being spoken to him.

Once the call was over he threw the phone across the airship and it smashed into a dozen pieces. With his teeth clenched in anger, Ché jumped out of his seat and pulled up the air brake. Ordering the door to open he flung itself through it. Giving himself up to the sensation of falling through the chill night air he didn't realise what was beneath him on the ground he was until he heard faint screams followed by the sound of hurried footsteps. He looked down just in time to see that he was directly above a car, it was too late for him to alter his course and he crashed into it. Luckily he was uninjured but the car wasn't, it had folded up in the middle where his feet had made impact with it. Pulling himself off of the wreckage Ché saw someone out of the corner of his eye. A slightly embarrassed smile touched his lips when he saw Elias staring at his wrecked car with his hands on his hips. In an instant Elias' face clouded over and he turned stormy eyes on Ché.

"Do you have any idea what you've done! Do you know how expensive those cars are! Idiot!" Elias screeched in sheer fury.

Ché didn't take being called idiot lightly and grabbed Elias tightly round the neck before holding him level with his face. He could feel several of Elias' men tugging at his arms but he refused to let go.

He had waited too long for this.

Nurses flitted past the door to his room but hardly any entered to invade on his privacy. Over the last day he'd had several visitors, all of them welcome faces. Two of those faces had belonged to Alejandro and Rico, two people he hadn't seen for many years. They had been children when he'd last seen them and a lot shorter, it took his breath away when he'd seen just how they'd grown. For some time they had talked of old times and had enjoyed their reminiscences until Rico had told him some sad news.

"It's about your airship," Rico had said, "There was nothing I could do."

He'd closed his eyes briefly before looking at Rico, "What happened?"

"An engineer for the AMATS will come and speak to you about the technical side of things later but the long and the short of it is that…I had to crash it."

It had been a while since he'd spoken after he'd been told this news. His home had been destroyed and with it everything he'd ever owned. Someone saying his name had pulled him from his stupor and he'd watched as a photograph was laid in his lap. It had been the photograph he'd held until his hands had bled.

He sat looking at that photograph now. It had been the only thing to survive the crash by Alejandro's account. Something inside told him that this was a sign, a symbol that told him that it wasn't too late to mend things with his daughter but he couldn't do anything until he knew where she was. Holding the picture closer to his face he let the tears that had begun to form in his eyes slide down his cheeks.

"Where are you, Robyn?" He mewled missing her more than ever.

"Perhaps I can answer that," A sing song voice offered.

Sportacus whirled round and almost fell out of his bed when he saw Lily standing in the doorway in her favourite disguise.

Kit opened his eyes slowly. His head had started to pound again. Remembering where he was and what had happened, he instantly looked to Robyn who was lying across him. She was terribly still but she was breathing, touching her face gently with his fingers he was relieved when she felt warm to his touch. Lifting his eyes to her window he could see faint traces of blood trickling down it, looking back at Robyn in sheer fright he could see that on one side of her head her hair was matted with blood.

A sound stirred Kit's attention from Robyn and he looked to the front of the car. Radboud was sitting up and he was groaning quietly. He was holding a hand to his head and seemed to be almost out of it until something struck him; it was the golden gift of memory. Knowing what Radboud had seen Kit tried to see what was going on too but he was too far away. All he could tell was that Cain had been the one hanging onto the car and it was Cain who was lying on the ground, unmoving.

After a few minutes Radboud made a decision. Turning in his seat he looked at Kit and Robyn before turning to look at Sami who had just regained consciousness a minute before. Without saying a word he took off his seat belt and grabbed the handle of the door. Slowly opening it he slid out and only turned back briefly when he heard Sami whisper his name in a desperate plea that he might change his mind but that was impossible, he had to know. Closing the door he placed a hand on the window before turning away.

Radboud kept his eyes fixed on Cain the entire time it took him to walk over to the prone maniac. As far as his eyes had been able to perceive, Cain hadn't moved but he wasn't going to take any chances. Moving swiftly along the alleyway he finally came to a stop next to his target. He looked back at the car before slowly kneeling down and studying what lay before him. With a shaking hand he reached out to touch the body.

As if woken by some invisible force Robyn sat up and shouted, "He's not dead!"

It was too late for Radboud. He heard the shout but he didn't have time to run before Cain grabbed him. Blood exploded from his mouth as a scalpel was thrust right through his neck and pulled out again. Released from his murder weapon, Radboud got up like a puppet on broken strings and stumbled towards the car with one hand outstretched and the other holding his damaged throat. He didn't get far as his hand began to leave his neck revealing a large hole in its centre. Those in the car watched as his knees slowly began to fold up underneath him and he fell to the ground in a heap.

A slow, dangerous, smile spread across Cain's face at the vulnerability of the people in the car. They were trapped and there was nowhere to run.