"You see it don't you?" Robyn asked when she felt Kit tense up behind her and saw the expression on his face in the mirror.

Kit nodded slowly, "I do but I don't believe it."

"There's more that you have to know."

"I don't know if I want to hear it."

"You told me to tell you everything, to take this weight off of my shoulders. I started so I may as well finish, this is after all much harder for me than it is you."

"True but I think we ought to do this somewhere else, let's go downstairs. Your dad and Sportacus won't be back from the Mayor's 'til late."

Robyn nodded and Kit lifted her up. Crouching down so she could grab her crutch he carried her out of the room and down the stairs. At the bottom on the stairs he set her on her feet and followed closely behind her as she hobbled over to the couch in a frighteningly wobbly fashion. When she was sat down safely he sat beside her and waited for her to face him. Looking deeply into the altered eyes he saw looking into his he tried to find some trace of what had been there before, there was still a spark of the old Robyn but a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach told him that it wouldn't last very long.

Looking away from Robyn briefly Kit looked back and held one of her hands in both of his, "Finish telling me what you started."

"If only I knew where to begin. Like I said this isn't easy for me and I'm scared."

"Of what?"

"You. I'm frightened that you'll leave me if I tell you what happened to me while I was in the coma. I'm frightened that you'll never be able to look at me in the same way again because you know what I've become."

Pulling Robyn closer to him Kit held her as he whispered, "Princess, I'll never leave you no matter what happens. I'm here for the long haul and whatever knocks come our way. I promise that no matter what it is that you tell me, my feelings for you won't change. I'll always love you."

"I killed someone."

Kit opened his eyes wide as the three words Robyn had spoken sunk in. They hit him like a bus but he tried to make no reaction that would put Robyn off elaborating any further on what she had said. He tried to remember that it had just been a coma and that it hadn't really happened but there was something in the way that Robyn had said the words that told him that this had been no ordinary coma. Aware that the next move he made would determine whether or not she told him all that she had to tell he slowly pulled back from their embrace and looked her straight in the eyes. Even with the change in them he couldn't see her being a killer, no matter what she thought or felt she wasn't her mother.

"What happened?" Kit asked trying to keep his tone even.

"I lost control. In a matter of seconds I lost control and I killed two people. Even though it wasn't real it's only a matter of time before I lose control again and hurt someone."

Kit frowned slightly at Robyn's statement, "Why?"

"Because I enjoyed hurting those people; I enjoyed every gasp of breath they took, every desperate thought that I might offer them mercy and every second of their pain. No matter how much I try to fight it, how much I try to forget it I can't ignore the fact that I liked it."

Unable to believe or accept what he'd just been told Kit closed his eyes and shook his head furiously. Getting up from the couch he walked aimlessly about the room as he tried to come to terms with the grotesqueness of what he'd been told. He couldn't accept that it was real, that this was actually happening but the evidence was sitting on the couch behind him.

Bound by his promise he turned back to look at Robyn staring at him from the couch with tears in her eyes. As shocked by what he'd been told as he was he was reassured to find some touch of remorse in those light blue depths. It struck him how vulnerable, how innocent and harmless she looked as her body trembled with emotion and fear at his reaction. In an attempt to calm her fears he walked over to her slowly and took her up in his arms again. Her body shook as she sobbed silently and he rocked her gently. He tried to think of what to do next but no solutions came to him, there was no one he could approach for advice and as much as dealing with this problem on his own would be he was determined to stick by Robyn. She needed him and he refused to let her down.

Robbie added two spoonfuls of sugar to his freshly poured cup of coffee. Conversation had run dry at the dinner table and he considered the events of the last few months. Nearly losing Robyn had been a severe blow to him and he'd found it hard to let her out of his sight for too long in fear that something would happen to her. He still felt guilty about allowing the operation to go ahead but if it worked he was sure he could accept that it had been worth the trouble. All Robyn had wanted was to try to live a normal life rather than being governed by her epilepsy; as much as he had disagreed he had finally signed the consent form to allow her that possibility.

Despite Robyn's recovery he felt a great concern at the change in her. Sportacus shared this concern but couldn't begin to fathom what had caused it. Both tried to deny the fact that their worst fears were coming true and that Robyn would win the silent battle she was fighting day in, day out. Robbie especially felt helpless, he wanted to ease her pain, to find out what was going on but unlike Kit he didn't have the capacity to wheedle things out of her. He was sure that had he not lost those all important fourteen years of her life that he would have been able to help her as he desired.

Robyn's illness and the subsequent change in her personality hadn't been the only the only thing plaguing Robbie. For weeks he had been receiving envelopes containing threatening letters and photographs of himself. Each of the letters had words cut from magazines so as to hide the identity of the author. As with every letter the threat was the same, 'I know your secret. Be careful what you do or I'll reveal it.' At first the letters had done nothing to sway him but as they continued to pour through the letterbox he was starting to get edgy. Going to the police would be futile as it would be revealing his secret for himself. He'd thought of getting Robyn to see if she could smoke the weasel out but he'd hidden the letters from her so as not to upset her. It was the last thing she needed to know her father was being threatened.

Kit sat back down beside Robyn and handed her a cup of coffee, "What are we going to do?"

"There's only one thing that we can do."

"I'm not sure I'm going to like this. What is it that we need to do?"

"I need to be committed."

Kit looked at Robyn in utter horror. "No. No!"

"It's the only way."

"No Robyn. I'm not having you locked up in that hell hole no matter what argument you give me."

"If I could kill people in my coma and enjoy it it's only a matter of time before it happens again and for real. If I'm locked up I can't hurt anyone, it only needs to be until I can find my control again."

"Who's going to look after you? Who's going to dress you in the morning and put you to bed at night? Who's going to put you in the bath? I won't allow it."

"They have nurses to do all that sort of stuff. Please Kit, understand that I need this."

Kit shook his head as Robyn hugged him, "What about the wedding?"

"Don't cancel it, don't put it on hold. Illness or not I'll still marry you."

Holding Robyn tightly as tears rolled down his cheeks Kit tried to accept that this was what Robyn needed but it was hard. He couldn't see her alone in the safe house, locked up with people that didn't know her. The worst thing was that he didn't even know if he could visit her there. If the sight of her shut up in a little room and drugged up to the eyeballs so she was reduced to a near catatonic state would be too much for him.

He couldn't do it.