How his hands ached to feel her again, how his arms wanted to hold her in them as his lips kissed the top of her head. He wanted it so badly but yet he waited. His temptation was almost too much but he waited. Until she had come to the resolution she was searching for there was nothing more for him to do but wait. His only concern was that his patience wouldn't last that long and that his temptation would lead him to destroy the frail bridge he had managed to build between them, a bridge he couldn't afford to burn. It was a bridge he couldn't see her burning either, it would be too much for him to see it pulled apart when he had worked so hard to put it together for the sake that they might still salvage something of their past. A past he had reminded her of, not to spite her or offer her an excuse but evidence for his reasons for keeping quiet.

She had been young when her false father had died, too young to understand what had happened to him or that when she had been told that he'd gone away that he wouldn't be coming back. She had been too young to understand what lies were, not little white lies but big lies that had the potential to destroy whole families, as his had done. If he'd have told her then she wouldn't have understood. She wouldn't have known the difference between a biological father and a foster father. Her little mind would have accepted that he wasn't her real father but had just called himself that to make her feel better, that he was her pretend father rather than the man she should have called father a long time ago.

Surely as she sat there thinking she could see that. Surely she was old enough now to know that it was better for her to know at the age she was now than to be told when she was four and have to go through the pain of being told that the man she had thought to be her real father was a pretend father and vice versa. It was this that led him to take a risk, they had lost so much already and he hoped it was a risk that would gain him something in return.

Ever so slowly he stretched out his hand. She was falling and he wanted to catch her, he had to catch her. Her cheek became taut to his touch as her body tensed against his intrusion into her personal space. Knowing that every action he took could overbalance her and make her leave him again, he drew his hand away. Unable to touch her he caressed her with his eyes, a touch she couldn't feel unless her eyes met his but they were still staring at the same space on the floor that they had been staring at for what seemed like hours to him. In those hours he remained silent for fear that his words would drive her more deeply into herself that she already was.

He could think of no other way to release her from her prison then to let her find her own key.

Robbie leant against the wall with his arms folded. A smile of amusement passed across his face as he watched Kit struggle with his nipple ring. So far he hadn't been noticed and it was obvious to him that it would be a while before he was acknowledged but that didn't bother him, he was kept occupied by the numerous swear words he heard his preoccupied host utter under his breath. It was almost too much for him to resist offering his assistance when he heard some swear words that had made the air crackle. As he walked over to the side of the bed he was glad that Robyn and Sportacus hadn't been in the room to hear it.

"Need any help with that?" He asked leaning over Kit's shoulder.

Kit nearly jumped out of his skin at the sudden voice at his ear. It was as much as he could do to keep his nipple ring grasped within his fingers when his arms flew up in his fright. Snapping his head round to where he guessed the voice had come from and came face to face with an equally frightened looking Robbie.

"Bloody hell!" He exclaimed getting his breath back, "Don't sneak up on people like that, Robbie. That's not healthy you know."

At Kit's words Robbie's fear dissolved into humour and he doubled up with laughter, the suggestion that he had snuck up on Kit seemed silly when he must have been in the room for no less than ten minutes but he could also see it from Kit's side. Wiping tears from his eyes he apologised and held out a hand to be shaken.

"Don't worry about it, just don't do it again." Kit warned taking the hand and shaking it.

"I won't, I promise. How are you feeling?"

"Apart from my very recent heart attack I feel sore. Everything from my head down hurts."

Robbie smiled sympathetically, "You want me to get someone to give you something?"

"Not just yet. Where's Robyn anyway?"

"Visiting Sportacus, he's been in here a few days."

"What happened?"

Taking a seat beside Kit's bed, Robbie explained what had happened as far as he knew it. Kit seemed to take everything in his stride as he recounted how close everyone had come to losing both Sportacus and Greta and that the person responsible for the attack hadn't been found yet. A slight glint of annoyance showed in Kit's face when he heard that all possible evidence was destroyed in the airship crash leading the police to a dead end. When he had finished, Robbie sat back and waited for Kit to absorb everything.

"Look, Robbie, I'm sorry." Kit said finally, a tinge of sadness in his eyes.

Robbie frowned slightly, "What for?"

"For threatening you. Finding out you weren't Robyn's dad…I should have helped you out rather than attacking you. I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Robbie dismissed the apology with a wave of his hand, "Just tell me what happened out there in Toronto. Robyn said very little."

Taking a deep breath Kit proceeded to tell Robbie everything. He told him about the note he had found in his jacket, about his agonising wait at the airport. He told him about making it to Toronto only to find a few hours later that a full scale emergency had broken out and how he'd followed Cain into the Raven only to be knocked out. He told him how he'd found Robyn, how they'd spent sleepless nights together while they fought to come to terms with what had happened and his guilt at not being able to rescue her. Moving on from that, he told him about their escape attempt, about being trapped in the car while Cain was on the roof. He told him how he'd never been as scared for his life as he had been when he'd been in that car. He told him about Sami and Radboud and how they'd sacrificed themselves so that he and Robyn would be safe. He told him about he had married Robyn, how he'd been scared to die alone or to let her suffer the same fate. When he had told him about the church and about Elias he told him about their journey home.

While he listened, Robbie absorbed every word. He'd remained composed throughout as he'd been told everything, all the facts laid bare before him in their startling colours. It hurt him to hear Kit express his feelings so vividly and to hear the fullness of what had happened to him and Robyn but he reassured himself with the fact that they were home safely now and that Cain was gone.

Meanwhile, in Toronto, Janette walked through the club as the time came for her to consider opening the club. Before her staff joined her for their briefing she had just enough time to check the stock levels in the fridges behind the bar. Opening the wine cooler she smiled at Miklos' conscientiousness in maintaining that particular side of the business. Next she moved onto the beer fridge. She bent down and opened one door of the double door cabinet. Something caught her eye as she glanced in. Something that she was sure didn't belong in there. Looking around her with unnatural anxiety she pulled open the second door swiftly. She closed her eyes against the sight of what greeted her.

A disembodied head stared at her from the floor of the fridge. Its eyes were wide open, frozen in terror. It had a face she recognised, it was the face of Robyn's attacker that night. From its mouth a piece of paper hung loosely, a piece of paper with writing on it. She opened her eyes a fraction as she bent down and carefully removed the note, a shiver of fear spread through her as she read the words upon it.

'If you thought this was over, you were wrong.'