Flecks of dust glittering golden traced invisible circles in the sunlight shining through the window. They seemed to be dancing to music only they could hear. She listened hard but their song evaded her ears. Her eyes followed them as they weaved effortlessly in their weightless circles, never seeming to tire, never touching the ground. She reached out a hand to touch them, they stirred in the disturbance in the air but they didn't falter. They still continued in their mesmerising flight, twirling between her fingers, running through them like sand. She smiled. It was a smile of contentment, of peace, a smile unlike any other she had smiled that day or the day before. It was warm. The smiles before it had been cold smiles that drove a chill right into the heart of any that had been unfortunate enough to meet them. This smile gave peace to the one that observed it even though they knew it wasn't directed at them, something was beginning to happen that they hadn't expected.

Robbie shifted his attention from Robyn to the front door when he heard it open. Looking over the back of his chair he saw Kit. A slight frown marred his brow when he realised the younger man had been out much longer than he'd realised but the frown of disdain changed to one of anxiety when he realised that this impromptu return hadn't been noticed much less acknowledged by the person it should have meant the most to. This seemed to be a feeling shared when he looked again at Kit who had also noticed the continuing oddness of Robyn's behaviour.

Standing up, Robbie whispered to his friend that they needed to talk. Kit nodded his agreement before walking into the kitchen.

"How's she been?" Kit asked when Robbie had joined him in the kitchen.

Robbie shrugged, "She's not been much better. I wouldn't say there's been much change either way, at least she's occupied herself with something."

"Yeah, she's not doing much harm to herself there at the moment. I'm worried about her though, Robbie. Something's happened to her and I don't know what it is. I daren't ask her in case she throws me out again. Lord knows what she did to Doc Malone to make him leave like that, what if she does the same to me?"

"I don't know. I tried talking to her but she's not listened to a word I've said. It's like I'm invisible to her, like I don't mean anything. She hates me."

Kit shook his head and walked over to Robbie. His face was filled with sympathy as he wrapped his arms around his older friend. He could see that the change in Robyn was hurting him badly, worse than it was hurting himself. Something had to be done. He had to get to the bottom of what had made Robyn change so rapidly. Whatever he was going to do he knew had to be done quickly, the longer he delayed the worse things could get and the more his friend would be hurt.

Loosening his grip on him he led Robbie to the back door.

"Go out for a walk, clear your head. I'll be alright here. Take your time." Kit's voice was gentle, soothing.

Robbie nodded, "Thanks. I think that's what I need right now. It seems to have worked for you."

Kit smiled and opened the door for Robbie who passed through almost reluctantly. He looked back into the house before leaving the garden and walking out through the town. Kit watched him go before closing the door. With Robbie gone he had more of a chance to speak to Robyn, to say things that he couldn't say with him there. He had questions to ask, the answers to which he knew he wouldn't like but he had to give voice to his feelings.

Walking back into the living room he saw that Robyn had given over her wonderment at the dust floating about them in the air. The look in her eyes as they locked on to his told him that she knew what he was thinking. She was waiting for him to make the first move, to speak the words he wanted her to hear. He'd not expected this. Her seeming readiness to acquiesce to his desire to speak to him didn't make sense. Deep down in the pit of his stomach he knew that he would face some kind of resistance along the way; that she wouldn't make his search for the truth easy but he was prepared. He would succeed in finding out what had happened to her to make her act so strangely. He loved her and he wanted to make her better.

He sat down in Robbie's usual seat, never for a moment allowing his eyes to wander. To break eye contact would be to give her an edge, to show that he was anxious about confronting her. He knew he had to be strong, only by being strong could he pass on some of that strength to her.

When he felt ready he broke the iron clad silence.

"What did he say to you?"

Robyn cocked her head, "Who?"

"You know who. The guy you punched yesterday morning."

"He didn't say anything. Or if he did I wasn't listening."

"Fair enough. Are you going to tell me what happened that night?"

"Should I?"

The coyness of Robyn's answers lit a spark inside Kit but he held his temper, "Look, something happened to you. Something made you leave that car," He paused as something struck him out of the blue, "Or someone."

Robyn didn't answer.

"What did she say to you, Robyn?" Kit continued knowing he'd hit close to the mark, "What did she do to you? Talk to me, tell me what it was and don't tell me it was nothing because you didn't wake up one morning and decide to act like this. I know she said something to you and I want you to tell me what it was."

"You're asking the wrong person."

"What's that supposed to mean? Who else would know what she said to you?"

Instead of telling Kit, Robyn indicated that he help her up. Brimming with confusion he complied, getting out of his chair he walked towards her. When he had reached her she held out one of her hands. He took it and pulled her up. It was the only assistance she would accept from him, she refused his help as she limped dangerously over to the window. He didn't know where her crutch was but she had obviously continued to refuse to use it.

He stood dumb where he had stopped until she called him back to the present. Shaking away his confusion he followed suit and stood next to her as she peered out the window. He didn't know what he was supposed to see, or who. No matter how much he thought about it his mind still questioned what he was supposed to be seeing outside. It wasn't until she pointed to something on the horizon that he understood and his anger flared.

Floating in the azure blue sky above them was his answer.