It rang and rang and rang but no one answered. Hanging up he tried again but he got the same thing, a dialling tone with no voice on the other end. Frustrated and filled with worry he wanted to leave, to find out what was going on, but something told him that after what had happened between them he was forgetting that it was a strong possibility that she didn't want to talk to him, after what had happened he didn't blame her. In the hope that they would answer the phone he dialled again, still nothing. With an aggravated sigh he hung up for the last time, they weren't going to answer. Sitting back on his pillows with his chin rested on his knees he stared at his feet.

He wanted desperately to fix things but he couldn't do that from here and he couldn't leave here without permission which he knew wouldn't be acquired easily. It was hopeless. The chances of her coming to him were minimal and besides which it was too public a place for them to talk. He remembered how his last attempt at talking with her had gone. He didn't want a repeat of it. No matter what happened this time they would talk, they would get everything out in the open and he would be damned if he let anything or anyone interrupt them, even Lily.

There was another reason for him getting in touch with Lily. He didn't know if Robyn knew that she was back and he wasn't sure if Lily would stay away from her. This thought more than any other made him more desperate to leave, even if it meant his next escape attempt resulting in his being chained to his bed he wouldn't let anything stop him, he had to warn her and protect her as any father would a daughter. Once he was sure she was safe they would talk, he had it all planned out. Taking his chin from his knees he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and was about to stand up when he heard the sound of someone clearing their throat, looking up he saw his father standing in the doorway.

"Where are you off to now?" His father asked entering the room and placing himself in front of the closed door.

Sportacus was silent for a moment, "The bathroom," he replied hoping that he sounded convincing.

Raising a rather sceptical eyebrow his father replied, "Really? Then you wouldn't mind me accompanying you. Speaking to your doctor, he thinks that you can leave your bed but not without supervision."

Sportacus watched as his father moved away from the door and opened it. With a sweep of his arm he motioned that his son should lead the way. With a reluctant half smile, Sportacus shimmied himself back on his bed and shook his head.

"False alarm. It…it can wait. I'm fine." He stammered.

With a shrug the older man closed the door again and walked over to the windows on the far side of the room. He looked out over everything he could see of the town beyond him and the small dot that was Crazytown, a place he would try very hard to avoid. His brows were knitted in thought as he turned over in his mind the possibilities of what was making his son act so oddly. He was prepared to blame it solely on his attack, there was something more than that affecting him and he was going to find out what.

Instead of returning home like everyone else was doing Trixie stayed where she was and made direct eye contact with Kit. Unlike everyone else she wasn't satisfied with what she'd been told. She knew slightly more than anyone else and didn't want to be kept in the dark, it didn't feel right. When everyone was out of the way she walked over to him hoping that he would tell her more than he had told everyone else but instead he walked away from her. It was obvious that he had meant what he had said about not wanting to talk about what had happened but she wasn't going to give up.

"Kit!" She called as she followed him, "Tell me what happened. I need to know!"

Kit stopped walking and turned around, "You don't need to know just yet. Go home Trixie. Let me be."

"I won't. Robyn's my best friend and I want to know what happened to her. You told me that you needed to speak to Robbie that day when you released Robyn from the safe house, when Robbie called me I took her home but Greta led me away while they were talking. What happened? Tell me if you don't tell anyone else but I have to know."

"He told her that he wasn't her father, Trixie, alright?"

Trixie's face paled in shock, "Oh my god. I never would have thought…is that why she ran away? There's more isn't there?"

"Yes but that's as far as I'm going. I'll not go an inch further so go home and let me get back to mine."

"Not until you tell me what else you know. She looks bad Kit, she looks worse than she did when she came out of the safe house. What happened to her in Toronto? What happened to the both of you? She looks like she's falling apart, Kit, and I want to know why."

Biting his top lip, Kit raised a finger. "No. I'll not say no more."

"Tell me!" Trixie shouted pushing further.

"Alright!" Kit exploded making Trixie jump, "Cain was there. He raped her, alright? He raped her and I wasn't there in time to stop him. That's what happened to her. Now are you satisfied?"

Trixie didn't answer. Tears welled in her eyes and spilled out over her cheeks as the enormity of what had happened to her friend sunk in, cutting her deeply. Rolling his eyes briefly with a sigh Kit walked up to her and hugged her. She returned the hug as she fought to calm herself down. When she had regained control of her usually less volatile emotions she pulled back from Kit and smiled sheepishly at him.

"I'm sorry." She said her tone matching her smile.

Kit shook his head, "Don't worry about it. I could have told you in a gentler way than that but everything's been getting to me recently."

"You had a good reason to snap. I pushed you too far when I should have listened to you. I know that you're under an enormous strain with trying to keep Robyn on track but it's not something you can do entirely on your own. You need someone to help you, Kit. Sure Robbie helps but neither of you can stay strong forever."

Taking on board what Trixie had said Kit nodded. "You're right. When I need help I'll ask for it."

"Good. Now, I better be getting home. I'm hungry and need to fix myself some dinner. Will you be ok here?"

Kit nodded and watched as Trixie left. When she had gone he sat down on the ground and lost himself in his own thoughts.He didn't notice someone watching him from behind a nearby tree.