Sitting on a bench in the Town Square, Kit stared at the house. Sportacus had been in there with Robyn a long time, much longer than he'd anticipated and he was starting to feel edgy. Respecting Robyn's wish to speak with Sportacus privately, he'd kept away but was trying to work out an excuse for going back to the house and disturbing the pair. As much as he tried he just couldn't think of a plausible one. He didn't want to just barge in but as time went on and his imagined scenarios fell flat he was starting to get desperate.

It wasn't just the time Sportacus had spent in the house that was worrying him, it was the silence.

"If it's any consolation I haven't heard any screams yet," A voice said beside him.

Kit looked to his right and saw Doctor Cole sitting next to him, his medical bag resting by his feet. "That's what worries me," Kit replied looking to the house again, "I'd have expected to hear yelling, anything, but there's not a peep. She could be doing anything to him in there."

It was Doctor Cole's turn to chuckle and he gently kicked his medical bag, "That's why I brought this with me. Somehow I don't think we have anything to worry about."

Nodding with an 'I hope you're right' look on his face, Kit turned to look at the Doctor again. "How's Morgan doing?"

"He's awake. I gave him a good checking over and gave him some pain relief. He has a couple of broken ribs and minor internal bleeding by the looks of it but I'm sure it'll stop soon. His bruising hasn't gotten any worse since I first looked at him so I'm fairly confident that he'll heal on his own. He'll be sore but he's over the worst of what happened to him, physically at least."

"Given the circumstances I'm not sure whether that's good news or not. Either way, I'm sure Robyn will be relieved." Kit sighed.

Seeing his daughter's fleeting reaction to his suggestion Sportacus cursed himself inwardly, 'Too much too soon, you idiot' he thought then looked sheepishly at her realising that she had most likely heard him calling himself an idiot. Instead of the reproachful look he had expected to see on her face he saw that it was softer than it had been for what seemed the longest time. Her eyes seemed softer and her lips were curved into a thin smile, almost like the old Robyn but not quite.

"That would be...ok," She said, reassuring him. "We could do that some time, maybe. We'll have to let Langford know beforehand so he can spare the extra man and if we go somewhere in Greentown one of the Network guys can drive and we can pick you up on the way. Save you some fuel."

Sportacus couldn't hide the fact that he was completely taken aback by Robyn's acceptance of his offer and the way she'd suggested picking him up on their way to wherever they decided to go. He'd never expected this and struggled to contain his burgeoning excitement and natural reflex to hug her.

Knowing that if he stayed any longer he could end up pushing her away, he stood up to leave. Robyn made to move to stop him and he figured that he'd picked the right time to go, she'd said all she'd needed to say and he'd gotten everything off his chest. Resisting the urge to give her a kiss goodbye he walked over the front door but stopped short of opening it when he heard his name being said. Turning back he saw Robyn was now standing, her hands clasped together.

Folding and unfolding her hands, an action that showed she was intensely uncomfortable about what she was going to say, Robyn broke the silence. "There's something you need to know."

Frowning at Robyn's seeming reluctance to broach the subject that she'd brought up, Sportacus walked back to the sofa and sat down in the place he had just vacated – causing Robyn to sit down also. Nodding slightly he indicated to her that it was ok for her to continue.

By now a small group had assembled at the bench on which Doctor Cole and Kit were seated. They stood silent, looking at the house they knew Sportacus was in. His arrival in town hadn't gone unnoticed and each of them had their own qualms about his presence.

Especially with him being alone with Robyn.

Trixie shook her head and stamped her foot on the ground, hard. This sudden movement caused her companions to look at her sharply and she mouthed a silent apology before shaking her head again and sighing.

"This is stupid! Why are we all scared to go in there? What is it we're waiting for exactly?" Trixie sighed again, her tone one of annoyance.

Stephanie shrugged, "I don't know. Nothing bad is happening in there though, right?"

"We haven't heard anything," Stingy joined, "Maybe they're just talking...or she's strangled him."

Several people in the group looked at Stingy in surprise while others rolled their eyes but they all hoped he wasn't right, about Robyn strangling Sportacus at least.

"Maybe I can go in there and say I'm looking for a lollipop I'm sure I put down somewhere?" Ziggy suggested tentatively.

Kit nodded but then shook his head, "It wouldn't work,"

"Why not?" Ziggy asked a little disappointed that his suggestion had been refused.

"Because you haven't set foot in that house since before we moved back in there after the Network had to clean up Morgan's attempt to redecorate the living room and a lot longer before that."

"Oh yeah," Ziggy nodded, he'd tried though and he was satisfied with that.

Suddenly a thought popped up in Kit's head that almost made his heart stop dead, "Stephanie," he uttered shakily.

"Hmm?" Came the reply, almost as cautious as Kit's voice had sounded.

"How long do you think Robbie is going to stay with Pixel looking at his computers at your place? Because he comes out and sees Sportacus is here and in our house..."

"It won't be Robyn that strangles Sportacus, it'll be him." Stingy finished, his mouth suddenly incredibly dry.

Just as Stephanie reached into her bag to pull out her cell phone to tap out a quick text to Pixel to warn him and tell him to stall Robbie from leaving as long as it took for Sportacus to leave town she heard a door opening. It was the front door to her house and she watched in horror as did her companions as Robbie came out.

As his eyes adjusted to the change in light from inside to outside, Robbie noticed the small group in the Town Square. He went to raise his hand to wave at them, puzzled at why they'd all be stood there but stopped when he saw the looks on their faces. Looking just beyond the group he saw a car that he recognised and looking back at the group he saw them all shifting from one foot to the other as if in intense discomfort, their eyes flitting backwards and forwards to a house to his left side.

His house.

Looking at his house and back at the crowd, Robbie's face began to go red with rage. Never more so than we he saw Sportacus step out through the front door.