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Alex was flicking through channels; there had to be someone trying to get through to her, to tell her how to escape her encasing subconscious. But there was nothing. Bored of the blank screen, she switched it off and headed for bed.

As she walked out of the lounge she heard a voice. Running back to the television set she saw Molly sitting at her dressing table brushing her hair while humming tunelessly to the radio a little smile radiating happiness on her face. Her heartstrings strained themselves to reach Molly somehow but she was too far away to touch. She reached out to touch the screen, it was the closest she would get to touching her daughter for a long time still, this she knew.

"Molly." Escaped her lips, as her fingers connected with Molly's face an electric impulse shot across her skin and causing her to yelp out in pain. Her fingertips glowed a furious red as the pain continued to dance across them. But as she looked back up to the screen she saw what her touch had done.

Scenes of Molly were flashing across of the screen but they were no longer happy ones. Pain was cruelly etched on her face in each flash.

Alex watched as her daughter repeatedly dissolve into tears. She watched as she cried in her bedroom. She watched as she screamed at Evan tears streaming down her face. She watched as she sobbed on the floor. She watched until tears drowned her own eyes, her heart splintering and fracturing into millions of microscopic pieces.

She clawed at the television desperately trying to reach her daughter, screaming her name. She could feel her nails collapse under the pressure and watched as streaks of blood trickled down the screen. Then it went blank.

Her screams turned to wrecking sobs that shook through her body until she had no energy to sit, to cry, to live. She curled herself into a small ball on the floor and stayed there until the carpet beneath her face was completely soaked with her salty tears.

She rolled onto her back and spread-eagled, images of Molly haunting her eyes. She closed her eyes and tried to push the pictures away but the more she pushed the more defined they became. The tears, the pale face, the tortured eyes...

Something slammed against the door and she immediately rolled over on to her knees. Her pulse was thundering in her ears as she listened for any indication of movement outside. She held her breath.

"Bolly! Open the bloody door, I'm freezing my bloody knackers off out here."

She sighed, her heart was still running circles round her lungs. She stood on shaky legs and wobbled her way to the door.

When she opened it she saw her DCI slumped against her door frame clearly pissed. But not pissed enough to disregard her awful appearance.

"Holy Mary and Joseph, you look like shit Bollinger."

"Thanks." She scowled. "Always pull with that line do you Guv?"

"What's wrong Alex?" Genuine concern in his slightly crossed eyes.

"Nothing. Life is bloody fantastic, now what do you want?" Her voice laced with intentional poison and she hoped he would drop it.

"If you say so.." She glared at him and watched him nervously gulp. "So, can I crash on your sofa?"

She didn't answer him, only looked at his swaying form for a few seconds then left the door open as she wearily walked to her bedroom.

"Don't throw up."

For the next week she completely ignored her boss. He repeatedly tried to get her alone for a chat but as soon as he came towards her she walked away. Other times he tried to rile her up, get the passion back in her eyes but she was empty. She felt like there was no life left in her when Molly wasn't there. She could feel herself spiralling back into the depression just like she had after her parents died a month ago.

But now he finally had her cornered the suspect had been taken out of the interview room and it was just them. Alone. Him blocking the door.

"Guv, let me out I have paperwork to do."

"All you do is bloody paperwork."

"There is lots to do." Even she could hear the lack of life in her voice and she knew it was a truly pathetic excuse.

"That's bollocks."

"No it's very important so let me leave please." She made no attempt to leave, her limp body just stood still waiting for her boss.

"What happened to you Bolls?"

"Nothing."

"Bolly.." He pleaded.

"My name is not Bolly." She muttered resentfully. He was starting to annoy her with his persistent questioning and silly nicknames.

"Don't say.."

"Don't say what? That my name is not Bolly! Well it bloody isn't. My name is Alex Drake." She screamed. "I am a DI. I live in London." Her voice was beyond hysteria now. "I have a daughter called Molly and she needs me Gene and I can't be there.." His face was a mixture of shock and sadness but she didn't stop there. "I can't be there and it's all YOUR FAULT, 'Gene', you won't let me go. So I am stuck here with you instead of where I need to be. AND YOU'RE NOT EVEN FUCKING REAL!"

She pushed past Gene and almost ripped the door off its hinges as she ran out of the room. She didn't stop running when tears streamed down her face. She didn't stop running when she heard her name being called in the distance. She didn't stop until she inside her flat and crumpled on the floor.

Gene had awoken the pain that she had managed to bury when she was in her zombie mode, but now it was back and the raw agony tore through her soul. She cried and screamed and sobbed and kicked furniture until she had nothing left inside once again.

She collapsed on her bed exhausted but not tired. Somehow tears were still leaking out of her eyes. Surely there was no more water left in her body. Surely she would shrivel up and crumble to dust soon.

She closed her eyes and felt one last tear stroll down her face before sleep engulfed her for the first time in a week.

She was standing outside of her house. Her house. Her 2008 house. She ran up the drive and straight through the front door. She heard movement upstairs. Molly. She ran up the stairs taking two or three at a time. She was up there in seconds.

She jogged to Molly's room and pushed open the door expecting to see her daughter there, waiting for her. But it was empty and she felt her heart plummet to the floorboards beneath her.

It shot straight back to its place when she heard a timid voice call out.

"Mum?"

Alex rushed to the source of the sound. She found her in her bedroom, lying on her side of the bed, clutching one of her old teddies from her childhood that Evan had given her when she graduated from university.

"Molly." She heaved in a sigh of relief.

Molly sprang off the bed and jumped straight into her arms. As soon as Molly was in her arms Alex squeezed her as tight as she could and peppered her hair with small kisses.

Eventually Molly tore herself out of her mothers grip with tears dotted down her cheeks. Alex knelt down before her and wiped away her tears with her thumbs.

"I love you Mum."

"I love you too Molls. I won't ever leave you again, I promise."

"Good." Molly smiled through her tears.

"Good." Alex repeated wistfully then she slumped against the wall and patted the space next to her. Molly shifted round and snuggled into Alex's side.

"Mum?"

"Yes Molls."

"What's it like being in a coma? Did you go into a coma world? Or was it just like a long sleep? I read in some psychology books that some people think that their coma world is the real world and that the real world, don't you think that's really weird?" Alex looked at her bemused and Molly laughed. "So did you?"

Alex sighed and told her about the 80s. The fashion, her job, her team, her DCI – in great detail –, her little flat, Luigi, the Quattro and Gene's insane driving, her leather jacket and her god awful perm. Molly sat wide eyed and absorbed every detail. She constantly quizzed Alex about absolutely everything.

When Alex had finished they sat quietly for a while until Molly spoke.

"Mum, I will be with you soon."

"What?" But Molly had disappeared and so had the room. She was blinded by a flash of white.

Alex woke up. She was back in her little flat. In the 80s. Without Molly. Tears pricked in her eyes. She had been dreaming. She punched the pillow into shape and fell onto it. She waited for sleep to take her again maybe she could visit Molly in her dreams, if nothing else.

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Rachel xx