A week had passed… a week of obsessive investigating and a lot of brain ache. Evan insisted that I still attended school… however he didn't go to work, preferring to stay at home and come up with new theories to present to me later. It didn't matter so much that he wasn't attending… he was reaching retirement age, and his job as a lawyer allowed him this, he just wasn't going to be getting paid.

We hadn't really made much progress. We were still stuck on, Mum gets shot, sent back to 1981. Evan told me his version of events of the car bomb… that Mum, Gene Hunt, and himself were witnesses to the attack. Gene took a younger Mum back to the station. The three of them had a discussion, and Evan begged that he was to look after Alex. Gene destroyed evidence of Grandad Price admitting to the suicide and murder, and then Evan took younger Mum well away from CID, vowing to not ever see elder Mum or Gene again. So he had no idea of what happened to Mum after that day. She could even still be there, for all we knew.

What we were focusing on mainly is finding this out. There was no way of us doing this… and we couldn't trace Gene Hunt anywhere… he wasn't on Google, or in any database. That was one thing we found strange… but we couldn't dwell on it. We finally made that decision the night before, at about one in the morning, which is why I was falling asleep in my Geography class, despite my determination to stay awake… it didn't help that it was during a controlled assessment.

"Miss Drake! Wake up!" Mrs Harrison shouted at me. Highly embarrassed, I sat up like nothing happened and continued to write about something tedious. I held my head up, daring one of the girls in my class to hiss a comment… stupid idiots.

Finally, the lesson, and the day, ended, and I quickly headed outside, where Evan was waiting for me in the car. I smiled smugly, as it began to rain, and some of the girls who I didn't like had to walk home in it.

"We have a lead, Scrap." Evan informed me, smiling slightly.

"What? Have you tracked down Hunt?" I asked eagerly.

"Not exactly… but CID are closer to tracking down Layton…"

"What's happened?" I demanded.

"Well… there has been a massive withdrawal in his bank account… they may have not been working on the case, but they have been keeping tabs on his bank account… and it hasn't be touched for over two years, but today a huge amount of money has been taken out."

"How do they know it was him? It could have been an identity hack, or…"

"Stop thinking so much, Scrap." Evan sounded amused. "Just accept it's Layton. We now need to work out where he's going, and hopefully stop him."

"And then he'll go to jail?" I asked hopefully.

"He'd better. Unfortunately they aren't a fan of capital punishment anymore…" Evan joked, and I laughed. If Layton goes to jail… would Mum come back? No… no, if she really is at this world… she has to stay there… her body is dead here. But maybe something might help? Maybe if she's in pain… it'll go? But I felt incredibly proud as we drove home… even though I didn't personally do anything. The hallucinations had stopped, truth was finally beginning to come out, and Layton was going to jail!

I decided, once I got home, to visit the grave again. I had avoided it since my episode… I wasn't altogether comfortable having a hallucination out of the house, but now I was comfortable I wouldn't have another one, and in one of my rare happy moods, I decided to pay her a visit.

But I got side tracked. Now that there had been a development, I started to crave more. So on the way, I decided to go to the place where Layton first came into our lives. It hadn't changed. Maybe I was expecting the whole place to be covered in black to mark the events… but it was unchangeable. I walked around, remembering how the place had been cautioned off by the police last time I was there… and those steps.

Eagerly, I walked over to the steps. It made me feel close to my mother… and I was suddenly intrigued. I never noticed how it was like the world's most disgusting beach… with muddy sand and the murky waters of the Thames. I continued to make my way across the sand, lost in thought with a strange feeling, a cold chill down my back, that I associated with what had happened there.

"Ah, little Molly Drake. Not so little now." Said the dreaded voice behind me. I slowly turned, and there he was. Standing before me, a mirror image of the man I saw on my thirteenth birthday. I took a sharp breath. I remembered my list. And I remembered the point that I was so silly to forget.

Fourthly – Arthur Layton caused my grandparents to die. He then kills Mum. Am I next?

Am I next? Oh dear… oh no…

"Don't hurt me." I pleaded gently. "Please… you've killed my grandparents, you killed my mum… leave me be."

"Oh, but that's the fun, Molly Drake. The whole of your family… your lawyer grandparents and all the crap they stood for… your psychologist policewoman of a mother… and now you. A school girl. Don't look at me like that, Molly Drake!"

"Um… Arthur, please. I'm just a child, you can't hurt me… I won't tell anyone I've seen you, but please, just leave me be."

"Just a child? I would have blown your mummy to smithereens, had she not got out the car. Think I've gotten nicer over the years? Just because my empire is in shatters?"

"Uh…" I tried desperately to think of what Mum would have done. Some clever psychological tactic. I, unfortunately, wasn't a psychologist. Just a GCSE student. No hope. So I pretty much imitated my mother. "Let's talk about that, then?"

"I've heard you're becoming a mini-me of Alex, but don't expect that to work on me. Face it, Molly Drake. You are dead."

"I won't allow it!" I shouted, losing control, staring right at him.

"Don't look at me!" He cowered.

I continued to look up at him. He slowly raised a gun.

"No! No, please!" I shouted. "HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME, PLE…"

Bang.

"Molly, come on, we're going to be late!" Mum hurried me. "It's the harvest festival today, you can't miss that!"

"Molly… I'm sorry… but I won't be able to see you this year." Dad sighed. "I know it's your tenth birthday, but I have a business trip in Germany."

"Hey Scrap, don't tell your mother but here's a Coke." Evan whispered, passing a Coke.

"I drew a picture of you, Molls." Grandad Drake said quietly, passing the spot on picture.

"You have beautiful hair, Molls, you look more and more like your mother everyday… not that I knew her when she was your age… the only way you're like my son is when you lie." Grandma Drake joked.

Arthur Layton's face.

A gun.

A bullet.

Darkness.

Mrs Harrison. She leaned in, darkness still surrounding her. She wore only black. Her head was veiled. "Molly Drake! Wake up!" She shouted, just like in Geography.

I woke up.

- So she's been shot. Dun dun dunnnnnnnn. It's taken me hours to write this simple chapter... I've been getting a lot of distractions. I may or may not write another one tonight, but if I don't, it'll probably be a few days. Not that there are loads of you just waiting on my every chapter or anything pha. -