The world revolved and revolved again as they clung onto each other, neither wanting to let go. They cried, they laughed, and they felt their own individual wounds open as the last months caught up with them with heart wrenching haste. So much had happened between them and yet they knew that deep down that it wasn't over. There was much for them to talk about but right now they were content to be part of one another in whatever time they had left in their state of contented silence. No one interfered as they finally parted, one more reluctant to do so than the other, and looked at each other. A million words were communicated between them in a single glance, words that only they could hear. One began to open his mouth to say something but a placating finger upon his lips prevented speech and he nodded briefly, understanding. Without a word they both turned and entered the house, their companion didn't follow them as they disappeared behind a closed door.

Feeling better for one thing, Kit took his eyes from where the pair had been standing and turned to his friends. Their eyes asked him silent questions that right now he wasn't prepared to answer, he had questions of his own to ask. Turning to face Elias, he caught the man's eye. It wasn't hard to spot him through the sea of faces before him. He was detached from the group, strumming his fingers on the bonnet of his Land Rover. Elias looked back at him, his face sober, collected, detached. With a silent sigh he moved himself away from his perch and walked over to his addresser, he looked less than impressed at being dragged away from his thoughts.

"Yes?" Elias asked briefly.

"A quiet word in your ear if I may," Kit began standing close to Elias, "What are you doing about Cain? Was he in the hold with Sami and Radboud?"

"Yes, I thought it best to keep you and Robyn in the dark about it, especially Robyn. He'll be dealt with accordingly, if we can find the rest of him."

Kit frowned, "The rest of him? You mean you haven't got all of him?"

"I can't say what was missing but the answer is no. We'll have to launch an investigation."

"Yeah. I don't suppose it matters really, he's dead. I just hope he stays that way."

"Don't worry, there's a very strong chance he will." Elias said reassuringly.

With a brief, nonchalant, look and a ghost of a smile, Kit held out one of his hands. Knowing exactly what was required of him Elias took the proffered hand and shook it. A similarly ghost like smile touched his lips as he nodded sharply before releasing his hand and motioning for Boris to join him as he headed for his vehicle. Both men climbed men, one in the back seat one in the passenger seat while a third man, the driver, fired up the engine. Their work wasn't finished yet, they had to make arrangements for a return journey to their home and funeral arrangements for their friends. Without a look towards the people they had forced out of the way as they began moving, they left. Only a thin trail of smoke remained of them until that too vanished.

Once all outsiders had gone from the town, barring Rico and Alejandro, the crowd returned their attention to Kit. They still longed for answers. Knowing that he had stalled long enough, Kit looked at everyone and waited for their questions to come. A strangely shy looking Stingy stepped forward, his hands clasped tightly in each other's grip. Taking a few more steps he let go of his hands and wrapped his arms around Kit who was a little surprised at first but responded likewise. A few moments passed before Stingy let go and stepped back a step.

"You look like shit." He said with total honesty.

A smile broke out on Kit's face, "Trust me, I feel like it too."

"What happened out there? Is everything ok?"

"It's not for me to say, not yet. I know you all want to know but right now I'd rather that nothing was said. We had a hell of a time and to be honest, I don't want to talk about it. I'll tell all when I'm ready but not before, neither will Robyn. Might I also say that she and Robbie need some space at the moment, I don't know if you lot know what happened before things went nasty but all I can say is, all I want to say is, that something happened and it's something they need to sort out on their own."

Hearing what Kit had said everyone nodded, they understood that something had been going on between Robbie and Robyn before she had disappeared and were ready to give them all the time and space they needed to sort things out. They knew that they would be told everything when the time came.

Doctor Cole tapped his foot impatiently on the floor as he watched Sportacus, and a man he didn't know, walking towards him. His face communicated exactly what he thought of escapees and much more besides. It conveyed disappointment as well as deep seated anger that his patient had put his life at risk by leaving the care he needed at this moment. The fact that he hadn't been listened to as well rested heavily on his countenance and he struggled to stop himself writing out a prescription for eternal bed rest, it was the most he could do to keep his temper in check as he showed his unwilling patient back into his room. Following the two men inside, he closed the door behind him and looked at them with the full force of his mixed feelings.

"What did I tell you?" He asked Sportacus, looking straight in his direction.

Sportacus looked at his feet, "To stay where I was and not to go gallivanting anywhere."

"Good. And what did you do?"

"I left the hospital and ignored what you said. I'm sorry."

Doctor Cole looked at Sportacus over the end of his nose, "Well that's something. Do you know how sorry you could have been if you'd collapsed? Are you aware of the trouble you have caused? Security and police time has been wasted because you decided to take a day trip to Michelangelo knows where! Sorry! I'll give you sorry! The next-"

"Doctor is this really necessary? My son has been through enough and I've returned him safe and sound. I apologise for any inconvenience caused by his premature trip into the town but under the circumstances I see little reason to come down on him this hard, his niece is missing after all." The silent-until-now gentlemen asked in a gentle tone.

"I understand and respect that but his health comes first. Speaking of Robyn, I received a phone call from a gentleman telling me that she and Kit had been found and were being returned home."

Sportacus looked up in surprise, "Is she ok?"

"He wouldn't give me any details. You may have to find out for yourself. I'm sure that she'll pop along when she knows that you're here. Either that or you can call her."

Relief mingled with bitter worry filled Sportacus as he absorbed the news. He knew that no details was a bad thing, as soon as he recovered himself he asked if he could use the nearest telephone.