Sam's hearing was the first thing to alert her mind that she was now conscious, as even though she didn't know her all that well Zoe's brash tones were unmistakeable. She was clearly annoyed at Tom for knocking her out.

"What happened to your BRAIN? She has a head injury for god's sake!" Zoe shouted.

"I know but if I hadn't she would have been locked up in a police cell right now!" Tom retorted, his voice not quite matching the volume of Zoe's.

"Ugh! Where are we anyway?" Zoe snapped, "You drag us out of our homes, telling us you have some big plan for Sam and take us here, why?"

It was at that moment Sam noticed a cool breeze on her skin. She had assumed that she was in the hospital, as there was a soft pillow under her head and she must be lying on a mattress with some kind of thick blanket over her, but the crisp evening air told her otherwise.

"We're on a field." Tom replied in a tone which made Sam feel that was obvious.

"Yes, Tom, I do have eyes. I mean where is this field? How far away are we from our homes? And why did you take us here"

"I'd say a couple of miles." Charlie replied, "But I have no clue why."

"I'd say a couple more than a couple, but then again it is a bit hard to tell when there's a madman driving a van with all of us in the back and no windows…" Linda quipped, "Tom what the hell were you thinking?"

"We need to get Sam to remember," Tom said forcefully, "And there can't be any distractions."

"So a doctor's office with a trained psychiatrist present wasn't an easier option?" Zoe replied.

"Apparently not." The woman Sam remembered to be called Dixie replied.

"Look. If it helps Sam then I say we trust Tom. He knows her better than any of us." Jeff said.

Sam was beginning to wonder how many people there were exactly gathered around her seemingly unconscious form.

She heard someone sigh.

"I'm going to see if she's conscious." Zoe said in a dejected tone.

Sam's last thought before Zoe peeled back one of her eyelids and shined a torch in it was not again, followed by her moaning and swatting the light away.

"How are you feeling?" Zoe asked as everyone's attention became focussed on her.

"I have a headache," Sam murmured as she sat up, "And I'll bet there's a nice bruise blossoming on my forehead right about now but other than that I'm fine."

Sam heard several sighs of relief.

"You stopped me going to the police station." Sam stated as she glared at Tom.

"Sam I had to. We need to get your memory back, at least the bit that has the information about the explosion," Tom replied with an apologetic look before adding, "Sorry about the blow to the head."

"Its fine," Sam replied flatly, "But you're not keeping me here."

Sam went to stand but found she could not move her legs. She threw back the covers in a panic only to discover to thick lengths of rope binding her to the mattress.

"Tom!" Sam screeched.

The sound echoed around the field and the temperature seemed to drop suddenly.

"I'm sorry, Sam, but for what I'm about to do next you need to remain completely still." Tom said sadly.

"What are you going to do next?" Zoe asked with a frown.

"I'm going to hypnotise you, Sam."

…

Following a long argument that lasted nearly an hour and Tom managing to get everyone except Zoe and Sam to agree, but after another fifteen minutes they both reluctantly came on board.

"Well you do have me tied to an old mattress in the middle of nowhere." Sam said with the barest hint of amusement in her voice.

So it was decided. Tom ordered no one to speak until he told them to, and warned them loud noises could break the trance. He had also warned her that this session was going to be short, as the aim wasn't to get her whole memory back just the parts she needed about Mark James.

The last thing Sam remembered was Tom telling her to focus on the breeze. She was now in amongst her own thoughts, and could not hear anything but snippets of her past. Machine gun fire was a common one, so was shouting at nurses and she could almost feel the defibrillator pads in her hands every time she heard herself shout 'clear!'.

The memories reminded her of spaghetti, for she could follow long streams of thoughts but once she had digested that another would sway through her vision, not linked in any way to the last one. She could see herself in scrubs running around Holby ED and then once again on the fields of Afghanistan fighting to keep someone alive.

Finally the memories she needed drifted into focus and she found herself being led down to the labs with Mark James and... and she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

She forced herself out of the trance and sat bolt upright once again.

"Sam?" Tom asked uncertainly.

"We need to get to St James'," She shouted, "Mark's in danger, everyone's in danger!"

"Slow down! What did you see?" Zoe asked as she knelt down and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Zoe we don't have time to talk! Everyone is in danger!" Sam repeated, looking around wildly before trying to wrench the bindings off of her feet."

"Is James really going to blow up the hospital?"Linda asked, hugging herself tightly.

"No! Not him, someone else! Gah! I should have seen this coming!" Sam shouted, "Now hurry up and get these bindings off will you?"

"Wait, so if he doesn't have anything to do with the explosion than neither do you!" Tom said excitedly.

"You're wrong. I do have something to do with the explosion and so does James, but just not in the way that I thought before. Now are you going to get these bindings off me or do I have to chew through them?"

…

Dun dun dun…

All will be revealed next chapter…