It had all happened so fast. Too fast for him to know what was going on before it was all over. It played over and over in his head. The revs of the engine, the wheels as they screeched into life, falling to the ground and hearing the brakes squeal after that horrid sound. His vision had been obscured by tears as he saw her lifeless form lying on the ground, the trail of blood working its way from the corner of her mouth. He'd wanted to help her but someone had pulled him away to let the doctor work. Quiet words had been spoken to him; they'd reassured him even though he couldn't understand them. A helicopter had landed by the scene and she'd been moved into it. She'd been taken away by it, taken to safety.

A police officer stepped into the relative's room and removed his hat. One of the two men sitting in the room acknowledged him. It was the man that hadn't acknowledged him that he wanted to talk to. Tossing his hat onto the table in the middle of the room he sat next to the man sitting quietly in the corner lost in thought. Carefully he touched the man on the shoulder and was glad when the man turned to him.

"Mr Kitchlovsky I presume?" The officer asked.

Kit nodded slightly.

Smiling slightly the officer continued, "I'm Sergeant Crash. I'm one of the members of the team looking after this case and I need a statement from you if you're able."

"Why me?"

"You're a key witness. Ultimately you were the target."

After a brief pause Kit spoke, "Where do you want me to begin?"

"From just before the incident."

"Ok," Kit licked his lips and tried to think, "Me and Robyn were heading over to Ziggy's to talk to him about us getting back together. We wanted to make sure he was ok and to apologise if we hurt him. Outside Ziggy's house there's a road and we were crossing it when he heard a car rev its engines and it hurtled towards us. I was standing on the side closest to the car and Robyn pushed me out of the way. I heard brakes squealing as if someone was standing on them. I heard a loud noise and when I turned round she was just laying there. She wasn't moving and I thought she was…was dead."

Sergeant Crash nodded he had all he was going to get from Kit. Looking over at the second man he got up and sat beside him. "You're Robyn's guardian aren't you?"

Sportacus nodded, "I am. Do you know how she is?"

"She's conscious and stable. They're talking about discharging her tomorrow. A doctor would be able to tell you more than me. Can I ask you what you saw Mr Sportacus?"

"Sure. I didn't see much I'm afraid. I heard the engines and I turned round in time to see the impact. My crystal didn't warn me fast enough. I ran over to the car and pulled Ziggy out, I could have killed him. Why did he do that?"

"Jealousy. It was Mr Kitchlovsky that he was after not Robyn. These things happen all the time. This was one of the worst cases I've seen and he has a lot to answer for. Attempted murder, car theft and driving without a licence or insurance."

Sportacus nodded. It was a hell of a lot to take in and he couldn't understand it. Ziggy had agreed to let Kit and Robyn be together and yet he'd done this. It was completely out of character for him. Part of Sportacus was worried for Ziggy locked up in a cell in a police station until they were done with him and another part of him was angry and never wanted Ziggy to be released. He deserved to be locked up for a long time.

Doctor Cole entered the room and cleared his throat to gain the attention of the people inside. Sportacus, Kit and Sergeant Crash looked up at him and he closed the door behind him. Walking a little further into the room he looked at both Sportacus and Kit.

"If you were thinking of visiting Robyn you'd better do it before she goes to sleep. She's awake and stable. We've dealt with her collapsed lung and as it was only a slight collapse she'll be ok to go home late tomorrow." Doctor Cole explained.

Kit sat up a little more and asked, "What about the blood coming out of her mouth? What caused that?"

"She bit her tongue on impact. It'll be sore for a few days but it will heal."

"Can I see her now?" Kit asked and then looking at Sportacus continued, "If that's ok with you."

Sportacus nodded, "Go ahead. I want to speak to Sergeant Crash for a little while."

Nodding Kit got up and followed Doctor Cole to Robyn's room. After thanking the doctor for his help he walked inside. Robyn was sitting up in bed with an oxygen mask on and smiled slightly when she saw him. He smiled back and thanked his lucky stars that she was ok. Pulling over a chair he sat beside her.

"How you doing?" He asked sympathetically.

"Considering I was hit by a car, pretty good. I guess I'm lucky I took out the windscreen with my back and not my front. The head's ok but I can't say the same for my arm. If you're wondering why I'm whispering I've been told I have to whisper until my lung is completely healed."

"I understand that. Anything else I should know?"

"You can't make me laugh; it increases the pressure in my lungs and might make it collapse again. Do you think you can manage that?"

"Not making you laugh won't be easy. You know me. I suppose we'll also have to be careful in bed too. No hugs and other stuff."

"It would be wise. Until I feel better I have to rest in bed."

"All good fun then. Are you going to press charges on Ziggy?"

Robyn shook her head, "No. He doesn't deserve that. I'd much rather take things into my own hands than let the police have their way."

Surprised as he was Kit said nothing. Robyn was tired and an argument wasn't what she needed. He gently stroked her cheek and told her to sleep. It was what would help her most and it would give him a chance to collect his thoughts. For several long, horrifying minutes he'd thought he'd lost her. He'd only just gotten her back and he couldn't think what would have happened if things had been a lot worse than they were.

Ziggy sat with his back against the wall and wiped away the tears that streamed down his cheeks. He'd let his jealously get the better of him. He'd taken Trixie's car and waited for Kit to cross the road to his house. When he'd seen him he'd started the engine and slammed his foot down on the accelerator. Shock had filled him when Robyn had pushed Kit out of the way and even though he'd stood on the brakes it hadn't been enough to stop before he'd hit her.

That terrible sequence replayed in his head over and over again. When the front of the car had hit Robyn she'd flown up and hit the windscreen before rolling down the bonnet. The sight of her body lying lifeless on the ground had scared him and the magnitude of what he'd done had hit him. If it had been Kit on the ground he was sure he would have felt the same. He'd done something bad, very bad and now he was to be punished.

Locked away in a cold, barren cell he waited for what was to come. No matter what they did to him it wouldn't make him feel worse than losing Robyn as a friend. He'd ruined everything.