It's taken me ages to upload, I know- but it took me ages to think of how to summarise how Nicki was found, as I didn't think I could beef it up enough to take up a whole chapter! Anyway, as always, I hope you like it! And thank you all for the reviews/follows/favourites :)

Nicki's Point Of View

It was Saturday morning, and I was gazing out of the window at the trees that were waving around in the fairly strong wind. As they had been doing a lot recently, my thoughts drifted to the events of the past few weeks, stemming from the fire. I knew much more about what had happened after giving a statement to the police and having many meetings with a lawyer to prepare a case. Not that we were in any struggle to win, because basically everyone I had spoken to were sure that my stepfather would be found guilty. He had been caught pretty easily within hours of trying to run, evidently not planning on me being found. But I had been found. It was an extremely lucky coincidence that there had been a passer-by soon after I had been knocked out, who had brought me to safety and then called for the police and, of course, an ambulance. I had met this passer-by once, and it was hard to describe how grateful I felt towards him. He had saved my life. But he wouldn't even talk about repayment, saying that 'having that sick man in prison would be payment enough'.

My thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell, and I smiled, knowing who it'd be. Today was the day that I was moving into Tom's house. Since I stayed at his house quite a lot anyway, especially since the fire (Tom seemed convinced that I needed looking after, despite my protests that I was a grown woman and completely capable of looking after myself), we had decided that it was time to take this next, big step.

"Hi!" Tom said, grinning at me. I knew he was as happy about the move as I was. "Are you ready?"
"Yep!" I indicated the pile of boxes and bags by the door.
"Good, we'll take this lot downstairs then." He made a start by picking up one of the boxes closest to him.

Thankfully, I only lived on the second floor, so there weren't too many stairs to carry the stuff down. More problems arose when it came to getting everything in Tom's car, but eventually, after careful planning, we managed to fit it all in. Soon, I was locking up the flat for one last time and giving the keys back to the landlord.
"Are you sad to be leaving here?" Tom asked.
"Not when I have the prospect of living in a house with two men, which equates to living in a pig sty, ahead of me!" I joked.
"I'm sure you'll find that we're not too bad, and if we are, you'll soon train us not to be."
"You know me so well."

When we arrived at Tom's- sorry, our- house, we decided to take my things in as it was drizzling lightly. However, when we were half done, the heavens opened and huge rain drops started falling down, soaking us straight away. Our calm journey from the car to the front door became a mad dash of trying to get the boxes inside without getting them, or us, wetter than necessary. Eventually, we piled into the hallway with all of the boxes, slightly breathless from running, to find Josh on the stairs, smirking at us.

"Thanks for the help, son." Tom said, as I pushed dripping tendrils of hair off my face.
"That's okay. You look like a pair of drowned rats." Josh observed. "Haven't you ever heard of an umbrella?"
"We were carrying boxes, how could we have managed an umbrella as well? Besides, they were heavy boxes- I have no idea what you've possibly got in them, Nicki." Tom rolled his eyes.
"It's not like I'm moving in or anything!" I laughed. "Anyway, I'm going to get changed out of this wet stuff."
"Me too." Tom grinned, and Josh suddenly had to get out of the way as two very damp people stampeded up the stairs...