So this is the final chapter. Sorry it's taken so long to upload, I've been off ill with tonsilitis all last week and I've had so much work to do at uni. Still, hope you enjoy it. Oh, and a little note about the song lyrics - I don't know if anyone's picked up on this, but with the exception of the prologue, they're all songs from 2006, which is Sam's time. So, yeah. Just a random quirk I decided on doing for the story. Thanks to everyone who's stuck with this, thanks for reading. x

"I know that all you're asking for is a little place in my heart"

-Will Young, Who Am I

Sam took a look at himself in the mirror before leaving the toilet. His nose was bunged up with toilet roll, but at least it was going to stem the bleeding. The cuts on his cheek and jaw had dried, and although they were going to scab in a few days, they didn't seem as though they would scar. As for whether or not he would end up with a black eye or two, only time would tell.

He took a swig of water from under the running tap, wiping his face with wet hands. He pushed open the door and headed towards the department, Maya closely following.

His jaw dropped as he entered. Everybody was tapping at their computers, working in silence, with the exception of Kate who was vacuum cleaning the carpet around the trashed desk.

"What did you say to them? I've never got this sort of behaviour to happen, and I've been DCI for a good three years."

Kate tapped her nose. "Promote me to DCI and you'll soon find out."

"One step at a time, eh?"

Maya put a hand on Sam's arm. "You should go home. You look like you could do with some rest. It seems like everything's under control here, anyway."

"I can't go home." It was going to be too quiet without Annie. He was surprised how quickly he had gotten used to having her around.

"Yes you can. I'll drive you. Don't argue."

Sam nodded. "What about you, Kate?"

Kate shrugged. "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. I've called Lee, he's going to pick me up and we're going to my parents' house for dinner. I'll stay there the night."

"Promise you'll ring me if you need to talk. I don't care if it's 3am, I probably won't be asleep anyway."

"I promise. Just go home, Sam."

Sam left the office, Maya once more close behind. He stopped at the top of the stairs. "You don't have to be nice to me, you know."

"I know." Maya looped her arm through his. "Come on, let's go home."

Maya's car was a lot smaller than Sam remembered it being. He climbed into the passenger seat and strapped himself in, turning on the radio so he didn't have to think about things.

"...this is the request show with Jonathan Greenwood. The next song is from Annie, who's dedicating it to Sam for believing in her. I haven't heard this in quite a while, so in a throwback to the seventies, here's a bit of Bowie." The opening chords of Changes began to blare out of the car speakers.

Sam turned to Maya. "Did you hear that?"

"It's not her, Sam. She's dead."

"But- but we were listening to this song in the car earlier. Kate put it on when we were driving to the field. It can't be coincidence, surely?"

"There's no other explanation."

"Yes there is. She went back to 1973, and somehow she survived, and now she's sixty and remembered the date and called into the show."

"Sam, you're talking nonsense."

They spent the rest of the journey in silence. Sam was convinced the message on the radio was from Annie; it all made sense to him. Apart from the obvious overriding factor that she was dead, of course.

He unlocked his front door and almost stumbled over the pile of post on his mat. He bent down and picked it up while Maya walked past him and through to the kitchen. He leafed through the envelopes. Most of it was bills and spam mail. How boring.

But one envelope intrigued him. His name and address were handwritten in an unfamiliar loopy style. He turned it over and slid his finger through the flap to open it. Inside was a folded note, headed up with the Metropolitan Police logo and an address on the top corner.

My dear Sam,

If I've got the timing right, it's only been a few hours since you last saw me. You should have heard the song on the radio; if you did, you'll have heard the dedication too. I mean it, Sam. You believed in me when most people would have sent me to a psychiatrist almost immediately.

If I've got the right day, I was shot dead this morning. I'd only known you two days but you believed me when I said I knew where Chatsworth would be. Don't feel bad about what happened; I'm just glad it wasn't you or Kate. You would have been dead forever. I just went back to my own time.

I saw the future, Sam. I came from 1973 and saw what the world was going to be like. I don't know why I was sent there, or how I got there, but I worked hard to improve the police force over the years based on what you taught me. I'm a commander in London now. Look me up on the internet. Commander Annie Jenkins, MBE.

In 1976, I married a man, Frank Jenkins. He was a police officer, too. We had three children. David, Samantha and Frank Jr. Samantha was named after you. Have a look at the photo I've enclosed. It's on David's wedding day last year. The young boy is his son, Tyler. He wants to be a police officer just like his Nanna and Gramps. Like his namesake, too.

Anyway, Sam, I wrote to tell you I'm alright, and not to worry about me. It's my sixtieth birthday in a few weeks, and my sons are organising a party. It's supposed to be a surprise, but you can't keep things like that from a detective. You of all people should know that. I'd like you to come if it's not too weird for you; bring Kate as well, if you think she's up for it. You don't have to tell her who I am if you don't want to; just say I'm a colleague from when you started out.

You were kind to me, Sam, and I can't put down in words how much I'm grateful for that. Stay strong, and I know you'll stay being a brilliant policeman. There's a superintendent's job up for grabs in London, by the way. If you fancy a change of scenery just let me know, and I'll put your name forward. I know you're more than capable.

I've got to go now; Tyler's begging me to take him to the park. I hope I'll see you soon; you'll always hold a special place in my heart. Thank you once again, for everything.

Yours, with love always,

Annie x

Sam stared down at the letter in his hands, not quite sure if he could believe what he was reading.

"Hey," Maya called out from the kitchen. "Are you alright?"

Sam folded up the note and put it into the back pocket of his jeans, already trying to calculate the price of a train ticket to London. "Yeah. Yeah, I just think I might be."