Sam's head was banging, except this time it wasn't a drugged and drunken night out or a blow to the head that was causing it. All this medical talk was going over her head for she had a feeling was the first time in a while. Sure, she remembered everything she'd learned while training as a doctor even if she didn't actually remember the training itself but all this talk of psychology was being spoken far too quickly and was far too boring for her to keep up with.

Sitting in an office that was about the size of a garbage can wasn't helping either, for the trained psychiatrist and Tom arguing like there was no tomorrow across a tiny desk and Zoe sitting beside her staring at the ceiling with a forlorn expression was making the impulse to either get up and run or scream at everyone to shut up stronger by the second.

"Mr Kent you're not listening to me! I'm not going to know more until-" Began the psychiatrist who looked almost as cheesed off as Zoe.

"Doctor! I'm a freaking doctor!" Tom yelled, "Just like you're supposed to be but so far you haven't given us one useful piece of information!"

"I can't give you any until we've run extensive tests!" He countered angrily, folding his arms.

"Whoa back up there. What to do mean 'extensive tests'?" Sam asked in a tone which made it all to clear if she didn't like what she was hearing she'd be gone in the blink of an eye.

Apparently she didn't like it, for the psychiatrist only got through a couple of sentences before Sam was running for the door, something about a neurologist and an explorative operation was apparently more than enough of a reason to leave.

Tom and Zoe hurtled down the ever confusing corridors of ST James' hospital after her, but only managed to catch up to her after they got completely lost. Following a brief moment of staring around looking for signs they recognised they finally found a department they knew would lead them out once they got there.

The journey home was awkward at best. Sam was refusing to look at Tom, irritated at him for dragging her all the way to the hospital over something that felt insignificant to her. Zoe was sighing like she had just run a marathon, clearly annoyed at the tension in the car.

"Can you two just kiss and make up or something?" Zoe asked moodily as soon as they got in the house.

"Gross." Was Sam's response before she stalked into her bedroom and slammed the door.

Around half an hour after this event a soft knock at the door announced Tom's rather subdued presence. He waited for conformation that it was ok to enter but after hearing no such sound he pushed open the door anyway and was greeted by the sight of Sam typing feverishly away on a laptop.

"Are you ok?" He asked cautiously, fully aware that one wrong word was probably going to irritate her further.

"Fine. Has Mark arrived yet?" Sam asked in a voice with a distinctly cold undertone.

"No, but he did say he wouldn't be for a couple of hours. What're you doing?" He asked, taking a seat at edge of the bed.

"Stuff." Was the guarded reply.

"What kind of stuff..?" Tom asked while trying to shuffle over and get a look.

All he managed to see before Sam yanked the screen away was an image of a street that Tom didn't recognise.

"Where is that?" He asked, ignoring how irritated she looked once again.

"The street where I grew up. Several houses burned down three years ago and mine was one of them. I remember seeing it on the news." Sam replied as she stared at the photo with the barest hint of a smile playing about her lips.

"Can I get a look?" Tom asked, leaning over once more.

"Ok." Sam said, turning the screen to face them.

The street itself looked quaint, with a row of two story cottage-like houses a and small road running through the middle that looked like it hadn't been repainted in a while. The photo was definitely taken in summer, as the front gardens were in full bloom, roses and sunflowers appeared common. What caught Tom's eye the most was an oak tree with a carving in the trunk on the far left of the photo. It appeared to have the abbreviated phrase 'R.I.P' along with someone's name, but the name wasn't clear enough to read.

"Who's name is that?" Tom asked, pointing at the tree trunk.

"No idea. It's too blurry to read…" Sam said with a small frown on her face.

"Do you think it's anyone you know?"

"I don't think so. Maybe someone died in the fire." She replied as she closed the laptop.

"Yeah you're right. Sam I wanted to apologize, I didn't mean to upset you by taking you to the hospital." Tom said quickly, too afraid she'd interrupt his apology if he slowed down.

"It's fine.. I just.. I don't know. This whole thing is stressing me out!" Sam exclaimed, throwing up her arms in despair after pushing the laptop off of her lap.

"I know." Tom said soothingly, placing what he hoped to be a reassuring hand on her back.

"I wish I could remember everything but there is so much about my own life that's a mystery!" Sam said, placing her head in her hands.

"Like your time in Afganistan?" Tom said as he gently rubbed her back.

"My memory of that is returning… but I only know that because I keep dreaming about something that happened out there. I'm more concerned about what happened to my brother…" Sam mumbled as she closed her eyes.

"You're tired." Tom stated gently.

"I know."

"Try and get some rest for a bit. I'll wake you up when mark gets here." Tom said, remocinv his hand so she could lay down.

"Ok." Sam replied as she curled up like a cat.

"Sleep well." Tom whispered as he walked out.

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I'll try and update more regularly seeing as I aim on getting this story finished by late August/early September, but that depends on how my time goes. I just bought three guinea pigs which has taken my animal total up to nine so I am a little preoccupied!