"Did you follow my instructions?" Lily asked when the door to her hide out had been opened.

"To the letter," Her visitor responded smugly walking down the steps.

"You've done well Dominic, very well. I can't imagine how the brat will be able to hold herself together. She knows full well that if she mentions me being alive to anyone that simpering idiot of a father of hers will die. There's no one she can speak to. She's alone in the whole world with her little secret."

Dominic laughed, "The poor little munchkin will be driven mad. I must say my dear that your physical attacks are good but your psychological ones are exemplary. You know just where to hit and apply the right pressure."

"In my view killing people is all very well and good but you end their suffering to a degree. Keeping them alive is better, the can end up torturing themselves with strange notions. They end up looking over their shoulders always wondering when you're going to strike next, it's so rewarding to see them crumble."

"I agree." Dominic purred before looking around a little, "It might be an idea if we move on. They'll still be looking for you."

"And they're bound to press the brat if they know where she's been. Where is there to go?"

"How about the morgue? It's one of the few places I can still access with my key card and it's one of the last places that idiot Gerald will look. We can also give you another formaldehyde bath. Putting you in one of the fridges will help slow the process down even further."

Lily turned off the lantern and walked over to the steps. Since most of her muscles had deteriorated movement was difficult and the lack of cartilage in her joints made them squeal as the bones rubbed together. For anyone with a good variety of nerves the process would have been painful but fortunately for her they had deteriorated also.

Hiding from the Watchers had been extremely difficult. They were everywhere and could be anyone. Without Dominic's help she would have been found a long time ago. As hard as she had found relying on someone she was grateful for his help. While she was in this state there was little she could do for herself and very few places she could go. Luckily Dominic had a great deal of medical expertise in a variety of areas and had been trying to find away to improve her situation. His progress was slow but making a rotting corpse look half decent wasn't an easy thing to do.

Unfortunately for Dominic his patient was rapidly losing patience.

Doctor Cole walked downstairs with Kit, Robbie and Sportacus in tow. He'd just completed a full examination on her and needed to tell them what was going on. Telling all three to sit down he perched himself on an arm of the couch.

"As far as I can tell, Robyn's been sedated. I've taken blood samples to allow me to confirm this but worries me is the injection site." Doctor Cole began, "It's clean, professional. Whoever did this knows how to use a needle and they know they're drugs."

Robbie ran a hand down his face, "You know this sounds awfully familiar. I reckon that whoever did this was the same person that poisoned her nearly a year ago."

"Well they never found who did it and it makes sense. Following this precaution I'll get a full toxicology screen done just in case there's more to this sedative than meets the eye. Keep an eye on her and if she presents any symptoms of any kind let me know straight away. I better dash off to the outreach clinic and get these samples to the lab." Doctor Cole paused as he looked at his watch, "The front door will locked by now. I'll have to use the back door."

"That's what you normally do isn't it?" Kit joked.

Doctor Cole levelled a rather unimpressed look in Kit's direction before smiled, "No comment. I'd best be off."

Sliding himself off the arm of the couch Doctor Cole walked over to the coat stand and put his coat on before hefting up his medical bag. He wasn't altogether sure if it was getting heavier or he was getting weaker but it was a cumbersome thing to carry around. Waving goodbye he went to open the door and was completely shocked when it fell outwards when he lowered the handle.

Looking back with surprise plain on his face he pointed to the door, "I didn't do that."

"No, Ché did it." Kit replied walking over to the doctor.

"That's a relief. I thought I'd gotten incredibly heavy handed for a second. Well I best be off before these bloods clot. Are you ok to handle the door?"

"Yeah it's no problem. You carry on."

Nodding Doctor Cole jumped in his car and started it up. Waving, he moved off and headed for Crazytown. It seemed strange to be alone in his car after working tirelessly to find Robyn with Michael. When he'd told him that Robyn had been found Michael had asked him several rapid fire questions that he couldn't answer. It confused him why Michael would display such a keen interest where Robyn had been found and by who. He'd been put on edge by this odd behaviour and had grown even more confused when Michael had demanded to be let out of the car.

Not knowing what else to do he had obeyed. The moment he'd pulled over Michael had jumped out of the car and run off. After losing sight of him and waiting as long he could he'd had no choice but to carry on his way to Lazytown. He faced the probability that he would be sleeping alone when he got home and was annoyed by Michael's antics. When he saw him next he knew that he would pose his own questions to the unruly Scotsman. It was only fair after all.

Half an hour later he was on his way home. The night staff at the lab had been fairly good-humoured as far as night staff at the outreach clinic usually went. They had promised to call him when the results were through. He was confident that they would keep their promise and gave them his personal number to call. After thanking the staff he'd gotten in his car. He'd not driven off straight away as he'd toyed with the idea of calling Michael to find out if he was coming home. Eventually he'd decided not to. He couldn't expect to share his bed with him every night and Michael still had his own house to go to. With this resolution stuck firmly in place he'd put the car into gear and started back on his way to Greentown.

Hands as rough as sandpaper rubbed their way across her skin. A horrible stench pervaded her nostrils and she held her breath. Scared to open her eyes she scrunched them up tightly. A voice as rough as the hands exploring her delicate flesh invaded her ears. Its words were callous, threatening. They continued in a harsh rhythm until she could stand it no longer. Grabbing hold of whatever courage she could find she opened her eyes.

Robyn sat bolt upright in bed scared for her life. Looking frantically around the room she called out for anyone that could hear her. Footsteps sounded on the stairs and in seconds her father came running into the room. She was pulled into his arms and he held her tightly dispelling her fears. She was home. She was safe.

She was wrong.

Feeling her father's body shaking as if he were laughing she opened her eyes. A rough hand caressed her back and she pulled back from the hug with a jolt. Staring back at her was her mother. Completely shocked she screamed, her scream was mingled with the maniacal laughter of her mother.