Nobody moved. No words were spoken and eyes flicked nervously around. Robyn kept her hands raised too scared to lower them in case the nine officers with their guns trained on her misinterpreted her actions and opened fire. Her eyes moved from police officer to police officer waiting for them to make a move. Their eyes returned her stare as if they were waiting for her to make a move, something that would give them justification for pulling the triggers on their guns.

After what seemed like hours five officers began to move from behind their cars. Two of the officers holstered their guns while they began to advance on her. Frightened she started to back away instinctively but was stopped by Detective Miller who whispered into her ear to calm down. Having no other choice she tried to obey but the flight or fight reflex was becoming too strong and she wanted to flee for her life. She knew this would result in death. Running would make her look guilty and force the seven officers with their guns ready in their hands to fire on her.

Her heart pounded in her chest as the group of officers came closer. The two officers without guns began to move ahead of the three that did. One of the two unarmed officers pulled some handcuffs from his belt. In a sudden surge of motion both officers grabbed her and pushed her to the ground. Laying her on her front they yanked her backpack off and forced her hands behind her back. They painfully crossed her wrists and put the handcuffs around them before pulling her up and dragging her to the centre police car.

Robyn gasped when the police officers slammed her none too gently against the front of car. She could feel hands roughly searching her and knew she'd be in trouble when they found what she kept in her pockets. It wasn't long before her fears came to fruition. Out of one pocket her pepper spray was put on the bonnet in front of her and out of another they pulled her switch blade. She didn't know how she was supposed to have killed her father but she knew that this wouldn't help matters.

After being read her rights she was dragged over to the right hand side of the police car and pushed onto the back seat. Sitting up awkwardly she watched as Detective Miller was searched as well. Unlike her he hadn't been handcuffed or pushed against the car but was standing still with arms raised. A few minutes later he seemed to be released and three police officers entered her car. One sat beside her while the other two sat in the passenger and driver's seats. The engine was started and as the car pulled away her tear filled eyes locked on to Detective Miller's.

When the car was out of sight Detective Miller ignored the six remaining police officers and proceeded to put his spilled out belongings back in his rucksack. He wasn't best pleased with the way they had handled the situation and only did nothing to stop them taking Robyn because he knew it would be no use. From his experience in the police force it was better to act from the inside than the outside. He'd most likely be pulled in for questioning as a possible witness and could try to wrangle a visit to Robyn.

A dark pair of shoes stepped into his line of vision and he looked up. The face that stared at him was the face of the lead officer. His bushy moustache hung over his top lip and his thick bushy eyebrows met in a frown. The colour of his hair and moustache was declining leading to the process of going grey. As yet his face had been left untarnished by middle age but his hands were rough and chapped. This was a man who worked hard and played harder.

"I'm Captain Clarke," The officer began, "From your badge I see you are Detective Chris Miller. What brings a detective from Greentown to my turf?"

"The mountains. You had no need to search me and I don't appreciate having my belongings strewn about on the ground."

"We couldn't be too careful. That girl you were with is a dangerous criminal, if you weren't careful she might have killed you too."

"I beg to differ Captain, Robyn's not like that. In my honest opinion you have the wrong person."

Captain Clarke raised both of his eyebrows at this, "Oh? Tell me how I have the wrong person and as a professional courtesy I'll tell you how I have the right person."

"Very well. For one thing Robyn doesn't use violence; she adores her father and would do nothing to hurt him. She's the most caring, gentle and altogether stable person I've ever met. She's no killer."

"You've told me what you think and now I'll tell you what I think. For a girl who adores her daddy she did one hell of a job wiping him off the map. Mr Rotten was brutally murdered and I hate to say it but the girl's fingerprints are all over him. She did it, she killed him."

"How did she kill him?"

"Let's just say that his body was found in Lazytown this morning. Unfortunately the head wasn't with it and we've failed to find it. The coroner did a preliminary examination on the body in Lazytown and surmised that it had been nearly two weeks. His wife has confirmed that that was about the same time he abandoned them, she was rather upset when she found out he was dead."

Detective Miller shook his head, "I don't believe it. There is no way that Robyn would have done anything like that. She couldn't have. I've worked in homicide for the last fifteen years and I'm telling you that you have the wrong person."

"Yes well. Believe what you will but I know the facts. It's a shame she's not in your jurisdiction, if she was you'd be able to defend her. When we're through questioning her there isn't a court in the land that won't want her hanged for this. The case is as water tight as a mermaid's bra. She's guilty, pure and simple. Now, if you don't mind I have a prime suspect to interview."

Detective Miller watched as Captain Clarke walked over to his car and after two other officers joined him he drove away. It wasn't long before the three remaining officers pulled the detective into their car and drove to the station. He hadn't been arrested but he knew he was being taken into questioning. His suspicions had been right and he was growing uncertain of being able to acquire an opportunity to see Robyn and speak to her. No matter how hard it would be he had to do something, her time was running out.

Nearly two hours later Robyn was led out of the interview room in the police station to a holding cell. When the door was shut on her all of her pent up emotions spilled out. She couldn't stay here, she was scared and couldn't comprehend how she knew she hadn't killed her father but had memories of doing so and enjoying it. As she had been interviewed and was shown the photos taken of her father's head and body they had unfolded. The memories were strange to her; they didn't feel like her own. They couldn't be her own.

She was innocent but no one would believe her. When asked about legal aide she had asked for Cain, a phone call had been made and an officer came in informing Captain Clarke that the request had been denied. She'd been stuck in the interview room alone trying to defend herself against charges that there was no defence against. The evidence was mounted against her, there was no way out.

When she had finally managed to calm down she walked weakly over to the bed she was to sleep in during her stay in the cell. It was hard, lumpy and smelly making her feel even more miserable. Lying down she tried to quiet her mind and get a few hours sleep, it had been a long day and she was tired. Closing her eyes she tried to chase down sleep, sleep would help.

Robyn opened her eyes wide when she felt something wet dripping onto her hand. Raising her hand to look it she almost screamed when she saw blood on it. Looking up to the ceiling she saw several people lying on it with white expressionless masks on their faces. In one of the people's hands was her father's head.

"We killed him," The people hissed in unison.

Almost at the point of sheer terror Robyn was nearly pushed over the edge when her father's eyes opened as did his mouth and blood poured out of it. As the blood slowed its momentum to the ground incoherent sounds could be heard coming from the mouth. Slowly the words became audible, two words that threw Robyn so far off the edge she screamed hysterically:

"Help me."

Jumping off of her bed she ran to the door and banged on it while still screaming. No one responded and she began to yell, "Help me! You have to let me out of here! I have to get out of here! Please let me out!" repeatedly.

Footsteps sounded in the corridor and when the door opened Robyn tried to get out, her actions were stopped by a police officer pulling out their gun and firing at her. She fell to the ground and the last thing she saw before her world went black was the small group of people lying with their backs to the ceiling.