Pausing before shutting the door just briefly, Kit contemplated slamming it. He was angry and hurt but his hurt overcame his anger and he sloped away letting the door shut quietly behind him. With leaden steps he sought his way downstairs away from that room and its sheltered mistress. He was torn. He knew that he'd had to leave her and that ultimately he'd wanted to after what she'd said to him but he didn't know if it was the right thing to do. Looking down at the scissors in his open hand he wondered what else she might have done with them if he hadn't come into the room, or what she could do if he'd left them with her. There had been something unstable about her that he hadn't liked and until he knew what that was he didn't want to take any chances. He stopped in the middle of the stairs trying to decide whether to return or leave her to herself and the things she had said she wanted to do. Neither option seemed right or clean cut. If he left her he didn't know what she was doing alone in the room and if he went back there was a possibility that it would aggravate her and do more harm to her.

He didn't know what to do.

Setting a decision in his mind he climbed the stairs again and entered Robbie's old bedroom. It hadn't been used much since the winter Sportacus had spent with them as its tenant had gone back to sleeping in his chair. Sitting on the bed he reached over for the phone on the night stand and dialled a number as familiar to himself as his own name.

There had to be an answer somewhere.

The phone rang a couple of times before it was answered, the voice on the other end was the one he sought and after a brief greeting he explained what had been going on. A pause had succeeded, after that a promise was made and then the line clicked into silence. Hanging up the phone on his end, Kit laid back on the bed. His body was aching terribly. His bruises still resisted every movement he made as his skin and muscles stretched and contracted. Every now and then he would feel a sharp pang from the worst affected areas of his body that would steal his breath for an instant but he had learnt to hide that.

Tilting his head back on the pillows he listened out for any sounds filtering through the wall to try and ascertain what she was doing. As he listened carefully, straining his ears, he heard faint strains of music playing from their stereo. From what he could hear the song playing was one that Robyn had never professed to like, it was a track from one of his CDs that was more to his taste of music, rock. Just below the rough voice of the artist he could hear another, a softer voice, the voice of a female. She was singing along. This confused him and he couldn't understand it. She'd never sung along before, it was true that she'd tolerate his music because he'd do the same for hers but never had he heard her sing along to any of his songs. It was very strange.

He was almost tempted to go into the room again but he let that slip as he contented himself with keeping a comfortable and most likely safe distance. It was unlikely that she knew he was there and if she did he knew her well enough to know that she would have done something about it already. But as he thought more about it he couldn't say that he knew her now, something had changed in her. Never before had she pushed him away, not like that and never had he known her to act so coldly to Robbie. It was completely out of character for her and it scared him.

What had happened to her?

Only one man could know the answer and he waited for his arrival. He thought it better done downstairs, it would offer him a chance to ask questions and speak in confidence without the risk of being overheard by ears he didn't want listening. Getting up from the bed he once again descended the stairs and this time went straight down. Once in the living room he sat himself down on the sofa.

"Well?" The enquiry greeted him.

Kit looked over at Robbie, "It's not good. She's been playing hairdresser."

"Hairdresser?" Robbie asked and then realised what was meant by the word, "No."

"Yes. I tried asking her what was wrong but she yelled at me, told me to get out."

"I heard. What could be the matter with her? First she's punching Sportacus and the next she's yelling at you."

With a shrug, Kit got up. "I don't know but I might know where I can find out."

Kit walked over to the door and opened it only to see Doctor Malone standing on the other side with his hand raised ready to knock. He raised his eyebrows in slight surprise at the man's speed in getting to them but let him in. For the time being he shelved his intention of going out to see a man he dearly wanted to talk to and closed the door. There were more important matters to be taken care of here first.

"So Robyn's been acting strangely." Doctor Malone stated taking a seat at Robbie's invitation.

"Very strangely." Robbie replied, "I take it Kit called you here."

"He did and it's a good thing too. From the sounds of it we have a situation on our hands and one I hope we can fix."

"Do you know it may have caused it?" Kit asked sitting down on the coffee table.

"I don't know. Something must have happened to her either while she was in my car or outside of it."

Kit's look turned dark, "What?" He demanded.

For a few moments Robbie looked flustered while the Doctor looked anxious. Neither had mentioned anything to Kit of what had happened a few hours before and now it seemed they had no choice. Looking at one another they made a silent decision, Robbie explained what had happened. For his part, Kit seemed to take the news calmly but both men could see anger bubbling just beneath the surface. When Robbie had finished he allowed Kit time to speak.

And Kit did so, he turned to Doctor Malone. "So you left Robyn alone in your car, in the dark, in the middle of nowhere, knowing full well that the person who attacked me could still be out there, is probably out there?"

"He left her the keys to lock herself in," Robbie cut in trying to cool his friend's ire. "He didn't make Robyn leave the car."

"But he left her alone and something obviously happened. No wonder she's gone off her bleeding trolley!"

Doctor Malone shook his head, "We don't know that, yet. If you're willing to let me stay I can go upstairs and ask her a few questions to see if I can find any indication of what's happened and in what kind of mental state she's in."

"I don't have much choice but to let you see her," Kit replied in a calmer tone, "You know your stuff psychologically and you know her from before. Just promise me one thing."

"What is it?"

"That you won't send her back there. I can't see her like that again."

An understanding smile spread itself on Doctor Malone's chiselled lips, "I'll try my best but you know I can't make any guarantees. If I can avoid re-admitting her I will, if I can't…"

Kit nodded. He didn't need to hear the rest.