There was a cool wind brushing over the open square of Hearthome, a remnant from the previous storm. The middle of the square had been changed from its usual signs into a memorial for the four lives lost in tragic accidents. Doctor Charles Evans. Finley Sullivan. Imogen Banks. Paul Spinner. It was a timid little affair, but admittedly it had been good for the patients of Hearthome to get a chance to grieve and take the opportunity to speak about the good that Doctor Evans had done for them, or how Finley had been a great orderly. There was less who spoke up about the goodness of Paulie and even less for Imogen.

If only they had known the truth behind the deaths, Noah couldn't help but think as he stared at the memorial that Warden Hearthome had put together as best as he could. If only they had known that Doctor Evans and Finley had been victims of this supernatural List. If only they had known that Imogen Banks had been murdered in cold blood by Paulie. And if only they had known what had happened to Paulie – if only Noah knew what had happened to Paulie.

"Are you going to at least respond to me when I talk to you?"

Noah pulled his eyes away from the memorial to focus on Penelope. She sat on the bench with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. Next to her sat Ollie who was looking a little more at ease. He was still recovering from the injuries sustained from Rebecca Watts but was allowed out and about. Next to Noah sat Robyn, who was fidgeting and tapping impatiently away at the underside of the bench.

Noah did not respond.

"I don't know what you want me to say. I've told you that I found her camera in the cafeteria and that I was there to return it," Penelope sighed. "If you don't believe me, that is fine, but this is the truth."

"It just doesn't make sense to me," Noah said quietly. "Robyn came straight from the library. The cafeteria is on the complete other side of Hearthome. It's just not possible."

Penelope considered Noah for a long moment. "Is it possible that Robyn may have misremembered where she had been?"

"I trust Robyn. I don't—"

"Noah," Robyn spoke up timidly. "It's okay. Penelope has a point. I know it seems weird but it's possible I got myself all mixed up."

"Robyn…" Noah sighed. "Don't just agree with something just because they're insisting. Whatever charade she is playing, she is keeping it up."

"She is right in front of you, and I would appreciate if you spoke to me properly," Penelope said. "It's a shame. I thought we were getting along relatively well. I've got no desire to be at odds with you while we sort through this List."

Ollie nodded from beside her. "She's right. We have to work together. We have to try and save ourselves. Not end up like them-" he nodded towards the memorial. "…or Oscar…" his voice trembled slightly.

Ollie Cox was a strange one, Noah had decided. In his interactions with Oscar and Owen, Noah found them relatively simple. Ollie was much more complicated. He had offered to help with the List despite not being on it. Not to mention him having disappeared and leaving Owen alone like he did. Ollie had offered no explanation for it, and Noah supposed it wasn't as if he owed it or anything. There was also some connection between Ollie and Conner. Noah had spotted the two of them occasionally talking, but then moving away as if caught gossiping on the school field. Yet Noah did not feel the same amount of distrust towards Ollie as he had towards Penelope.

"I mean, I have a tendency to overreact when it comes to this," Robyn continued. The camera was sitting on the bench and she absently pushed it in a clockwise circle with her pinky finger. "This camera means the world to me, and I'm not sure what I would do if it got lost or broke. I know it doesn't record, I know it doesn't work, but the fact that it's with me reminds me that maybe my brother is with me. Maybe in my panic I got mixed up. And I'm willing to accept that." Robyn looked to Noah with pleading eyes. "I think Penelope is right, we need to stick together, we can't keep holding these grudges."

Noah looked back at Robyn, and couldn't help but be reminded of what he had seen in his vision from the very beginning. Robyn had protected Noah by smashing her camera on Conner Shepherd. She had sacrificed that which was so important to her. It wasn't the right time to raise the point, but it proved that Robyn could move on from the camera, despite the meanings behind it.

"It's all the more important because of who we are," Ollie said. "I mean this in the best possible way, but we are patients of Hearthome. We are here because we are fragile. Because we need help. With everything going on, that help is more prevalent than ever. I've known Penelope for a while and I trust in what she says, just as you do to Robyn, Noah. So why don't we shelve our suspicions and make peace?"

"…peace?" Noah echoed the word. What peace? They were on a List where they were doomed to die. There were mysterious Sins hiding in the shadows. Noah hadn't known peace in all his time in Hearthome and even before, back to the bus crash and to the Crosshatch Club. Noah looked to Robyn and her wide eyes. He looked to Ollie and the young man's more stern expression. He looked to Penelope again and studied her stoic face. There was irritation there, perhaps some anger, perhaps some sadness, and perhaps, just maybe, a desire to not be at each other's throats. Finally he let out a long, low sigh. "You're right. We're patients of Hearthome. We are all here for whatever reasons those are. Because we are broken and we need fixing. We are never going until this situation has been dealt with."

Nothing but the wind could be heard as the four patients sat on the bench quietly. Finally, Penelope slowly stood up from the bench. "I was committed to Hearthome because if left unsupervised, I would be dead right now." Penelope took a shaking breath. She ran a hand up her arms. "These bandages hide scars from many days and nights of cutting open my own skin. My father tried, when he could, but I was too much. Finding your daughter lying on the floor, week after week, in pools of her own blood, yes, it would be a lot to bare, especially after the loss of my mother. I did not want his help. I wanted to cut. I needed to cut. So he took me to Hearthome. He ripped me from my sister. He tore me from the very world I knew and he put me here." Penelope held her hands in front of her. "And perhaps I am the better for it. Perhaps not. All I know is that I received the help I needed to manage the urges. I can now look at a knife and hold it in my hands without pulling it across my wrists. I understand you do not trust me. But I choose to trust you, so I tell you this story of why I was committed in an effort to make you realise that all I want is to find out how to defeat this List, so I can save the lives important to us."

Penelope sat down again. No one could respond to her words but Noah was appreciative of them. He had to admit from experience that it took a lot of courage to speak of the reasons of being in Hearthome.

"We know why I'm in Hearthome," Ollie smiled wryly. He tapped his head. "These… personalities nesting in me. Oscar and Owen… I suppose only Owen… but I am here because of the disruption to my day-to-day lives. I had a girlfriend. I loved her. And one morning I woke up in another girl's bed, with no memory of doing so. I lost everyone that day and for the longest time I just didn't know why. It was only when I woke up one day and saw sticky notes all over my room with a conversation in my handwriting that I didn't remember doing. I went to the hospital and I found out that my loss of memory was because I wasn't just holding one mind within me. For the longest time, Oscar and Owen were nameless and strangers. Between the three of us, and I know how that sounds, we had to work it all out, and Hearthome has been so important for that aspect of my life. I never thought I would grieve so much for losing a persona, as all I ever wanted was to be free of them, but the loss of Oscar…" Ollie slipped back into his quiet mood.

"Hearthome helped me when no-one else would," Robyn said, her voice shaking slightly. She held the camera in her hands. "If you knew me and my past, you might think I was here because of the loss of my brother. That's not true, not really. My need for this camera is perhaps a side effect of that but… no… It had been a long time and a lot had changed by the time Hearthome became my home. I'm here because… because I didn't want someone who was going to leave me to leave me. I was charged at court and then I had to plead insanity. I was sent to Hearthome to receive the best care possible." Robyn was fighting back tears and Noah realised with a start that of all the stories Robyn had told, this was one that she had kept to herself, and even then she hadn't exactly been forthcoming in its facts.

And so all three of them had spoken their reasons for coming to Hearthome, and Noah could feel their looks on him. He supposed he was expected to join in, to tell of his visions and of his lost grip of reality. But it seemed too hard to explain, especially with these memories of that girl called Hope slipping into him. Truthfully, Noah was feeling more lost than he had ever had before, and he wasn't certain he could patch himself back together this time, even with the List acting as a distraction.

"Oh my God, what is that?!"

The voice came from another patient in the grassy square. Noah looked to them and saw them pointing. He heard a rising of muttering and shouts and followed a number of points to the road outside the administrative building, where the large black van used by the DHP was slowly rolling down the road.

It was completely on fire. The fire was trailing out of the windows, out of the bonnet and the boot, burning up the black paint and revealing the silver skeleton below. It rolled to the front of the administrative building and for a moment it was like an ocean of serenity passed over the residents in the grassy square.

The van suddenly exploded as if a bomb had gone off.

Of all of them, Ollie was the first to react. From his own position sitting at the bench and watching the van as it exploded, Noah could see the spinning door as if it were in slow motion, each burning revolution flashing off the metal. The explosion had wrenched it from its hinges and thrown it out into the grassy field – directly towards the bench that the four of them were sitting at, and more specifically directly at Robyn.

In that moment, Noah realised a number of things. He realised that this was part of the List and that this was Robyn's turn. He realised that he had not been given a clue for this. This in turn led him to realise that meant that Penelope's turn on the List hadn't happened. In this one moment of realization with time practically stopped around him, Noah realised that all his paranoia had been well-founded. This Penelope sitting at the table was not the same Penelope who was on the List.

It all sped up in an instant. Ollie in his quick reactions had pushed off the bench and practically tackled Robyn straight out of the way of the path of the burning van door and it slammed into the bench with a crash, splitting and gouging the wood. Penelope fell back in surprise, unharmed, and Noah leapt from his seat.

He heard a faint whistle.

Glancing up, it took Noah a moment to realise that a wheel must have shot into the air like a cannon from the force of the explosion. It was now spinning directly towards Noah like a rubber meteor, ready to slam into him and turn him into paste. Noah knew that he wanted to jump out of the way but he felt rooted to the spot. The List had suddenly come upon them like a flash of lightning and with Robyn saved, Noah realised that his time had come, and come all too quick.

It felt like being hit with a small bike as somebody tackled hard into his ribs. Noah could swear he heard his own ribs crack as he hit the floor hard. The tire crashed into the grass, tearing apart clods of mud.

Ollie straddled over Noah having managed to push him out of the way of the tire. Only the face was different. The expression was different. For the first time in a while, Owen had resurfaced. He was panting. Looking down at Noah, Owen said, "…I think we both just got put on your List…" Owen pulled himself away from Noah and helped Noah to his feet. "At least if we count as Oscar did."

It was over just as fast as it had happened, but the noise of the crowd was cacaphonous as residents started yelling and screeching at the fire. Noah looked back to where the van had exploded so dramatically and unnaturally to see that it had taken a hefty chunk of the front of the Administration building with it. Doorways were exposed like veins, walls had crumpled, windows shattered, the entire front facing wall having collapsed and fallen in on itself. The van still burned, buried under concrete and rubble.

Then there were more screams as a figure emerged from the rubble, covered head to toe in dust, and coughing wildly. The figure looked around with its shaggy hair and connected with Noah and the group. Robyn was still on the floor, shocked, next to Penelope. Owen was on his knees.

Conner Shepherd stumbled over to Noah and placed both hands on either side of Noah's shoulders, hair wild and eyes wilder. "…he's dead, Noah. Jason is dead. The Sins have escaped. I couldn't fuckin' stop them…" With that, Conner heaved and coughed harder into Noah's shoulder. Noah was confused and in shock as Conner wracked and heaved. In just a few short moments, he and Robyn had been saved from the List, the van had exploded, the administration building looked as if it had been bombed, and Conner Shepherd had appeared from it like some kind of apparation. Noah suddenly heard footsteps and turned around to see Penelope running off towards the dorms.

Somehow, this was the strangest thing of all. Noah felt the urge to run after her but felt a hand grasp his elbow and looked down to see the fear in Robyn's eyes. Penelope could wait. Noah reached down to help Robyn back to her feet.

Had Noah kept his eyes on Conner Shepherd, he would have seen the telltale wolfish grin spread across the man's scarred face. As it was, no one saw this smile, and Conner revelled in this fact.