They were all watching him. He could tell. They thought they were hidden by walls as they peeked around the corners of windows but he knew they were there. None of them moved from their houses as he walked lazily around the sports field. It felt good to be able to move without pain and feel the fresh air brush his skin and stir his hair. His strength was returning and his injuries inflicted by his mother seemed almost like a distant memory. He knew his guards could tell he was better and they were watching him more closely than they had been.

He knew the time was coming when he would be made to face up to his crimes. He knew he would be taken to his ancestral home and brought before the Network headquarters for interrogation. His fate was in their hands and it felt as though he should make the most of his short time outside in the sun. Surrounded by guards in the gated enclosure he could hardly class it as freedom but it was just as good.

'They'll come for me soon, they know I'm healed. They'll take me to the Island in the North and I'll stand trial for what I've done.' Morgan thought as he began to drift in wide circles, 'I deserve what punishment they'll give me. I won't fight them. I'll just accept it, I already have. I'm a murderer and I'll receive a murderer's due.'

A voice calling him stirred him from his internal monologue. He looked up from where his eyes had sunk to his feet and saw Kit standing on the other side of the wall of the sports field. He studied him for a moment before walking towards him, his guards separating only slightly so he could converse with Kit a bit easier. Something about the clown's body language told him he was upset about something, thinking only of his sister he spoke first.

"What's wrong with Robyn?"

"I was hoping maybe you could tell me that. She talks to you; you're the only other person I can think of that can tell me what I need to know." Kit replied, not at all afraid of the man before him.

"I know she's troubled over the DNA results but it makes no difference to me who my father is. She hasn't told me."

Kit gritted his teeth and went to turn away but turned back to face Morgan, "You don't know about that but do you know what she's been up to? When she's been going out at night?"

"Apart from getting drunk?" Morgan queried, hinting to Kit that he'd asked the right question. Ignoring his guards, Morgan leaned in closer to Kit and lowered his voice to just above a whisper. "She came to see me after the third night you went out. She'd met with one of her friends from the clinic. She's the one that's been...supplying Robyn. I tried to talk to her but she was high on whatever she'd been given. She's still taking things isn't she?"

"Yeah and I don't know if I'm enough to get her to stop. I never thought I'd be saying this to the likes of you but I need help. She's stonewalling me and the only way we can get her off the junk and back on the straight and narrow is if we get her to tell us what's bothering her. I know you don't care who your father is or what the results said but she does. Talk to her Morgan, get her to talk to you."

Morgan drew back from Kit and looked at his guards. They'd heard Kit's plea and were waiting for him to make his next move. He looked again at Kit before walking over to one of the gates and leaping over it. His guards seemed to copy him as they leapt over the wall and followed him as he walked towards the house with Kit.

Sportacus, Nine and Robbie looked at each other with surprise as Kit entered followed closely by Morgan. Robbie quickly hid himself in the kitchen as both Sportacus' stood up.

This was the first time Morgan and Sportacus Ten had come face to face since their last confrontation in the house.

Their first meeting.

"I'm not here for you, this time." Morgan said, looking directly at Sportacus.

There was something in Morgan's tone that sent a shiver of fear through Sportacus. It made no difference to him that Morgan's guards were there in the room with him, watching him. It made no difference to him that Morgan had been proved unarmed; Lily didn't need weapons to kill people.

He was sure her son was just the same.

Without further invitation, Morgan mounted the stairs. Three of his five guards followed him; none of them tried to stop him as he knocked on his sister's bedroom door and entered. They remained outside the room, straining their ears to listen to any sounds coming from inside.

As he entered he could see Robyn sprawled out on the bed, she didn't move as he entered and his eyes narrowed. Something didn't seem right as he approached and still his presence didn't register. He could see a pouch nestled in her hand and he rushed over to her.

"Robyn! Robyn!" He exclaimed under his breath as he sat up her limp form and shook her briskly.

Robyn's eyes seemed to flicker and she gave a low moan. Ripping the pouch from her hand he looked inside it, sniffing it briefly he threw it aside and stood up. Knowing he had to act quickly he lifted her, her feet dragging on the floor as he pulled her across the room. He threw open the door and ignored his shouting guards as he lifted her and carried her into the bathroom.

Their shouting stopped as he knelt down on the floor in front of the toilet with Robyn, leaning her over his arm as he forced her mouth open with his other hand and stuck his fingers in her mouth.

Two of the officers turned away as they heard Robyn being sick. They saw their two companions and the worried faces of her family who had sprinted upstairs when the shouting started. Sportacus looked pale at the sounds of violent retching while Kit edged past the officer still watching the scene and entered the bathroom. He pushed the door to and joined Morgan on the floor.

As he felt Robyn relax against him, Morgan shifted his weight so he was sitting on his bottom with his legs stretched out. He pulled Robyn so she was leaning against him and he daubed her forehead with a wet face cloth that Kit had passed to him. Running it over her mouth to make sure there was no trace of the foul smelling sludge he'd forced her to vomit he threw it in the nearby bin.

He was glad when Kit flushed the toilet and put the lid down. No words needed to be exchanged between them as their eyes met and he could see intense gratitude shining from the soulful brown eyes of his sister's love.