A small chuckle reverberated over the radio until the sing song voice became hard and cold, "I've taken the little presents you've sent me to the point of death, if I do nothing else to them they might well live or if I wish I can finish them off."

"How do I know if you're telling the truth? How do I know that they're not all dead already? What is your intention in doing this?" Olaf interrogated, trying to bolster his voice with a strength he didn't feel.

In answer to Olaf's first two questions he heard screams from his men as Lily seemed to be proving her point by striking them somehow, her efforts audible over the radio. He wasn't sure if this disturbed him more than the answer she gave him to his final question.

"I want to play a game."

Olaf tried to hold his nerve as he was confronted with the unheeded insanity of the woman he was talking to, "What kind of game?"

"I've called it 'Six little piggies all in a row. Who will live and who will go?' The rules are very simple and the only person that's allowed to play is dear little Robyn. It's up to her to decide who lives and who dies."

All eyes turned to a shaken Robyn as doubts sprung to their mind about why she would be chosen to be the only one involved. She looked as clueless as they did, unable to cogitate her part in Lily's new sick plan. As if Lily had heard their thoughts over the radio she explained the 'rules' of her game but it seemed only to Robyn.

"The lives of these little Network piggies are in your hands. It's up to you to use your gifts to save them. If you can correctly tell me what I'm doing, they'll live. Every time you make a mistake one will die."

Robyn took in a deep breath; she knew what she was being asked to do. "You can't make me do this."

Lily gave a brief snort which was followed by the agonised scream of one of the men that seemed to fade into a gurgling silence.

"One down, five more to go." Lily hissed, "You don't have a choice whether you do this or not. Use your senses. Do what I know you're capable of."

Crushed by the weight of an inescapable situation, Robyn closed her eyes. Tears escaped beneath her closed lids as she tried to concentrate, trying to focus her senses on her mother and the people around her. As she reached out she was able to feel the pain of the men fallen victim to her mother and it overtook her. Her back arched as her legs threatened to give way. Strong arms held her, stopping her from falling.

Lily's tone had turned to one of impatient boredom when her voice came over the radio again, "I'm waiting, Robyn."

She couldn't do it. She couldn't give her mother an answer.

A burst of pain ripped through her as another scream echoing that which they had heard before pierced the air around them, mingled with the exhalations of shock from those that witnessed it. Her body convulsed with the throbbing she felt throughout her body and soul.

Sportacus held Robyn tightly as she suffered under Lily's actions. He was powerless to help her or stop what was happening. Langford had released Kit who was trying to placate Trixie and Robbie while attempting to keep himself calm. Stephanie had buried her face in Pixel's neck, holding onto their daughter while Stingy had unconsciously wrapped his arms around Ziggy trying to gain comfort and give it at the same time. Bessie was crying silently as the Mayor was struggling to watch.

"You're not doing very well at this, Robyn. You can do better. You have the ability, use it! So far your powers have developed naturally but it's time your body caught up with what you can do outside of it. To make that happen you have to force it."

The word 'force' was punctuated with the sickening squelching thud of someone being stabbed. Robyn cried out despite herself, unable to hold it in anymore. Over the radio they could almost hear Lily smile.

"You're feeling it, it's a step in the right direction but it's not enough. It's not nearly enough. You have to see it!"

"Stop stabbing him! He's already dead!" Robyn shouted as she opened her eyes.

In the distance an alarm went off, the alarm installed in Pixel's house to notify him of surges in psychic energy associated with Robyn's ability. Ever the scientist he tapped a few buttons on his wrist gadget, instantly a holographic graph appeared showing a spike in energy levels around Robyn. Something had changed in her eyes, her pupils had constricted to the extent they almost disappeared, lost in her irises.

They heard Lily make a small 'hmm' sound, "So he is. I'm not sure if I can give you that one Robyn. Three down, three left. Let's move on to a bonus round. Raise the stakes a little. Tell me where I am, what I'm doing, get it right and I'll let them live. Get it wrong and they'll all die."

"You're standing between two of them." Robyn began, speaking as though in a trance, "You've got the knife in your right hand. You're walking around the living room, twirling the knife in your hand, heading towards the window. You're looking out of it at the garden; I think you might want to look behind you instead."

"Wh-" Lily's voice trailed off, replaced by a muffled thud and the sound of someone falling and hitting the ground, the radio capturing the sound of itself clattering to the floor. Footsteps sounded after it.

Still trembling perceptively, Robyn smiled through her tears. "Thank you Morgan."

There was a slight grunt before static replaced all sound coming from the radio.

Moving stiffly, Robyn turned and buried her face in Sportacus' chest. For now her ordeal was over.