She almost couldn't believe what she was seeing, the cuts all over his face mingled with the tightness of pain. He was here, sitting on her sofa in her house. She continued to walk towards him, the space between them seemed to be growing rather than shrinking and the closer she came to him the more the people around her seemed to vanish. At last she reached the place where her brother sat and knelt down in front of him, her eyes fixed themselves onto his as one of her hands came to rest on his.

Morgan started, withdrawing his hand quickly. The pain this action caused halted his breathing for a moment and his eyes closed as his head swam somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness. Consciousness won out and his eyes opened once again and almost as if it was instinct they met his sister's. Robyn was standing now, he'd startled her with his sudden movement and her eyes showed a depth of concern he couldn't understand the source of. As he continued to gaze into her eyes he felt a tiredness he'd not been aware of creeping up on him. He could hear Robyn speaking to him but her mouth wasn't moving, it was as though she were saying one word to him directly into his brain, "Sleep". He could fight it no longer and his eyes closed once more as he felt his body slump at the same time as he lost all awareness of his surroundings.

No one in the room had moved in the space of time Robyn had approached Morgan or knelt down in front of him, they'd stayed still until the moment Morgan had taken his hand from Robyn rapidly and she'd stood, startled. The ones that had the quickest were the men from the Network but they'd stopped as suddenly when they saw Morgan falter briefly before he seemed to lose consciousness. Now, again, they stood still and observant – looking at Robyn.

"What happened to him?" Robyn broke the silence, her eyes still fixed on Morgan and her words floating on the air for someone to answer.

"I don't know exactly," Doctor Cole replied, stepping out from behind Robyn and nudging her slightly to one side so he could attend to his patient, "I found him in Crazytown under the railway bridge. He'd been there a while by the looks of it, he's lucky to be alive."

One of the Network men shook his head and stepped forward from his place in a group of six of his comrades by the front door. His movement forced the others in the room to shift the focus of their gaze from Robyn, Morgan and the Doctor to him.

Knowing he was the full attention of all but one of the occupants in the room the man spoke, his tone harsh, "And why on earth did you bring him here? I'd have left him for dead!"

Doctor Cole coloured. Having made sure that Morgan was merely in a deep state of sleep, he stood shakily and glared at the insolence of the Network Man.

"I'm a Doctor!" Doctor Cole replied his tone as harsh as the man that had addressed him, "Regardless of who he is, or what he's done, he's my patient. I have a duty of care to him and that includes ensuring that he's somewhere he can be treated without any risk of further harm. You know full well that I couldn't take him anywhere else and I'm sure you can be happy in the fact that while he's here you can keep your beady little eyes on him but rest assured, he'll be no trouble for you for a while yet. Who are you anyway?"

"I'm Langford, deputy head of the division here. I'm well aware of your duty of care Doctor; let me make myself understood as to my duty of care. My job here is to ensure that both him and Lily are kept out of this town and you've just gone and waltzed right in with him. If Lily finds out that he's here don't you think she's going to try and get him back and think that we did this to him?"

It was Robyn's turn to shake her head, for the first time since she'd encouraged Morgan to rest her eyes left him and she directed her gaze to Langford, "It was Lily that did this to him."