"Why so surprised? I thought you might have expected this. Oh well, you didn't and that's all part of the fun. I'm bored, let's a play a game. Let's call it 'guess what's going to happen to Robyn when she doesn't make it back her body on time!' or 'what are the Judges going to do to Robyn when she dies?' Which one do you like best?" The person she couldn't call herself asked bouncing up and down excitedly.

Robyn shook her head, "I don't know. Why don't we play 'get the hell off of me you freak?' how does that sound?"

"You don't like this face? It's yours isn't it? Of course it is. If it upsets you I can change it. We representatives of the Judges are flexible; let me go through my collection of faces so you can see which one you like best. Tell me to stop when you come to one you can handle."

Saying this the representative back flipped off the table and stood within Robyn's line of vision. They put their mask back on and took it off a number of times. Each time a different face was revealed. As yet Robyn hadn't seen a face she could see herself feeling comfortable with. So far all of the faces had been of friends and family, it was only when she saw Cain's face that she told him to stop. Cain's face was the most appropriate for the person wearing it. It didn't make her feel any more comfortable about the situation but it was a start.

Seeing that Robyn was satisfied with her choice 'Cain' flung his mask away. Looking around he grimaced, it made him wonder how much dust Robyn carried around in her childhood memories and those memories that caused her pain. It was obvious that she didn't visit them often, they'd been poorly kept but it was a good place to hide. If her mind didn't wander here often the other half of her mind wouldn't come to find its salvation. The shop had especially created to bring the half of her mind that he had captive to him. It was the side of her mind that loved curiosity and liked to walk on the wild side.

Once again it had been her downfall.

Finding the experience of making footprints in the dust strangely enjoyable, Cain jumped about and tried to make as many footprints as he could. So caught up in his little diversion he didn't notice Robyn shuffling herself slowly across the table and dropping herself over the edge. It was only when he heard her trying to open the front door that he realised what was happening and spun round.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he warned.

Robyn looked over her shoulder at Cain, "Well you're not me and I'm doing it."

"You're wasting your time. The door's locked and I'm the only one with the key. Just to let you know I don't intend to give it to you either."

"Give it to me."

Cain shook his head, "Come…and…get…it."

Despite her weakness and the pain coursing through her body she turned to face her tormentor. No matter what, she had to get that key. It was a matter of life and death. If she died in the attempt she was safe in the knowledge that she'd at least tried. There was nothing else for her to do but try to beat Cain, get the key and get out. She hoped that her abilities would sustain her enough to allow her to second guess all of the moves he'd make in order for her to make the right moves. The risk was that he would try the same trick.

Facing her fears she began to walk towards him, he hadn't expected this move from her. Summoning up all the strength she could gather she got ever closer to him. Scanning him with her mind she sensed the key was in his left trouser pocket, it was a good hiding place and invulnerable when there was a pair of fists guarding it. She knew that if she tried a frontal attack he'd see her coming and would stop her by any means necessary. The only option was to catch him off guard and get behind him; it would buy her some time but not much.

Knowing what Robyn was planning Cain circled her as she circled him. Both waited for any vulnerability in the other that they could see before they struck. Neither one wanted to make a move until the right moment, making a mistake would cost them. Cain had nothing to lose but Robyn had everything to lose. She had only one chance to get this right, one chance to live.

Day met night as the pair's eyes met in a stormy battle each trying to demoralize their opponent. Both held their cards close to their chests and continued to find any opportunity of attack. It was well known by both combatants that Cain could win this fight hands down but for some reason he was holding back. He was biding his time.

"I thought you wanted the key." Cain hissed.

"I do."

"Then take it, it's what you want. It's what you need."

"If I try to take it you'll kill me. It's a lose, lose situation for me. You understand that I have to be careful."

"There's care and then there's cowardice. If the situation is how you say it is what does it matter if you don't survive? Either way you'll die and time is running out. What are you waiting for?"

Robyn stopped walking and smiled, "This."

Before Cain could answer he heard a gun go off seconds before he fell to the ground, dead.

Robyn smiled when she saw Detective Miller standing in the doorway of the bathroom with a gun in his hand. She'd not sensed him until the last minute and didn't know how he'd gotten here but she was glad to see him. Looking down at Cain she saw a small red hole in the dead centre of his forehead. She was lucky that she'd been standing at an angle and looking at him rather than facing him head on; if she had been she'd be in the same condition as him.

Detective Miller holstered his gun and jogged over to Robyn. She looked a state and he felt badly for her. Cain had really smacked her around and he was glad he'd gotten to her on time, any later and he might have done even more damage to her.

Looking down at Cain himself he said, "We better go. He won't be dead long. Forget the key. We'll go out the way I came in."

"Which is?"

"The bathroom, remember the dodgy lock on the window?"

"How could I have forgotten? How did you get here anyway?"

Detective Miller looked up at Robyn and smiled, "I'm part of your childhood memories. In a way I've always been here, all I had to do was find you."

"Why are there so many people running around in my head?"

"Remember Robyn, this isn't real. None of this is real. Those people you killed weren't real. Don't lose heart. Cain was right when he said time was running out, we have less than three quarters of an hour to go. Follow me."

Detective Miller grabbed Robyn's hand and pulled her to bathroom. He helped her stand on the toilet and slide herself out of the window. Sure she was safe he slid himself out too and pointed her to the direction of a car. Robyn recognised the alley she'd walked down earlier and looking back up it she saw the shop. Looking back at the car she walked over to it and got in.

Time was running out and they had to get moving.