Sam didn't know where to start. She was sitting on Tom's sofa once again, choking back tears as he kneeled in front of her with his hands on her knees. She was trying to find the right words to tell the person who believed in her that she was the cause of an explosion, and that he was wrong about her. There was nothing else she could see that that phone call could possibly have meant.

The first three times she tried to tell him what happened her speech was slurred and she was sobbing uncontrollably. She felt sick, weak and disgusting. She was the reason so many people had died. The fifth time she tried to speak it was a little clearer.

"I... G-Got a call… From Mark James" She said, fighting back the tears that were threatening to erupt from her closed eyes.

"He had your number? What did he want?" Tom asked, sitting beside her on the sofa and staring at her with a worried expression.

"He wanted to tell me that he had suffered a little smoke inhalation, that we should have got out of there sooner and we needed to go around to other hospitals and 'sort them out' too." Sam replied bitterly, her fear suddenly replaced by anger at the thought of being responsible for blowing up a hospital.

"So… you really were…." Tom said, unable to speak properly, "You must have heard him wrong."

"I wish I did, believe me. God, this whole mess is my fault!" Sam shouted, standing up and heading for the door.

Before she could reach the door or Tom could stop her, her phone rang once again. Sam didn't bother looking at the caller ID, she knew who it was instantly.

"Mark," She said sternly into the phone, "We need to get a few things straight here."

"I'd say we do," Came the slightly tinny reply. "I've been arrested. I can't finish the job. It's up to you now."

"How are you calling me if you've been arrested?" Sam asked, before remembering that you are allowed one phone call.

"This call seemed more important than one to my lawyer. We need to end this, and fast. I'm counting on you." He said determinedly.

"Bit difficult seeing as I'm turning myself in too." Sam said angrily.

"Sam no! I know some of the ingredients we used to make the chemical were illegal, but we're doing nothing wrong!"

Sam snapped.

"NOTHING WRONG?!" Sam screeched, "You call blowing up hospitals doing nothing wrong?! You're insane if you think I'm going to help you, Mark, and I hope they lock us both away for a VERY long time!"

Sam ended the call without waiting for a response. Her chest was heaving as she took in deep breaths in an attempt to stem the flow of outrage that was erupting inside her. Nothing wrong? Why did she get the feeling there was still a massive piece of the puzzle missing?

"Mark's been arrested," Sam said to Tom over her shoulder. "Time I turned myself in."

"Sam wait. You really think they're going to take you seriously? You lost your memory for god's sake!" Tom shouted.

"Did you not hear me?" Sam said, her voice cold and lifeless, "I'm the reason the hospital that you worked in for nearly two years is a pile of rubble. I'm the reason people are seriously injured or dead! I KILLED people, Tom, maybe I wasn't the one who set the bomb off but I still had a part to play in all this, a part which meant that innocent people and their families were hurt!"

"I still don't believe you were the one who did this. I can't believe it," Tom said stubbornly, "and I'm going to prove to you that you're not a murderer."

Sam gave a hollow laugh. "How exactly? In about fifteen minutes I'm going to be in handcuffs!"

"By doing this. I really am sorry." Tom replied sadly, giving Sam a swift rabbit punch to the temple.

Everything went black instantly.

…

Mark James was struggling against the handcuffs that held him to a hospital bed. He needed to get to Sam before she did anything crazy. He was still reeling from what she had said.

Why did she think that they were criminals now? She had been perfectly fine with the plan to start with!

Granted creating a chemical using other chemicals which were highly corrosive and technically need a license to handle was in fact breaking the law, but they were doing it for a good cause! They were saving people!

"Nurse! Nurse!" Mark yelled, directing his shouts towards the reception desk and receiving two haughty stares from the police officers standing by his bed.

"What?" The particularly irritable nurse said as she came over.

"I need to get out of here." He said in a low voice, hoping the police officers wouldn't be able to hear. "There's cash in it for you if you let me free."

"Hah. You must be joking." She said, accompanying this statement with a high pitched laugh. "You're the guy who blew up Holby City, right? Why the hell would I help you? Murderer. Hey boys you better keep an eye on your captive over here. He's looking to use a little cash incentive to escape. I'll warn the nurses."

"No! No you have this all wrong! I was helping those people!"

"Shut it!" Shouted one of the police officers before turning to the nurse, "Thank you for the heads up and don't worry, this freak won't be going anywhere but a jail cell once you guys have given him the all clear."

…

All will become clear over the next few chapters…