But if I give him these drawings, what about all of them?

I won't draw faces this afternoon. The hospital: that is it. I'd already given Nico plans but something is still niggling away inside. Dr Lysander vanished from danger so quickly during that attack. There must be a secret way, but where? I start to draw the hall outside her office.

I'm concentrating so hard I almost don't hear the knock downstairs. I put down my pencil, pull the curtains, and look down. A delivery person? With a huge bunch of flowers. Perhaps Dad is trying to get back on Mum's good side.

I run down the stairs, open the door.

'Delivery for O'Reilly?' he says.

'You must be in the wrong place. There isn't anyone here by that name.'

He pulls out some paperwork, studies it. 'Janet O'Reilly?'

'No. Sorry.'

He rolls his eyes. 'Sorry to bother you. Do you know what time it is?'

I look at my watch and he peers close to see it. Slips a small square of paper in my hand. Winks, and is gone.

Back inside, door shut, I unfold the paper. 'Meet me at the footpath lookout over your village as soon as possible. Very important. Destroy this note. A.'

A...Aiden? My feet are frozen to the floor. I read the note again, barely able to breathe. Mac was going to get Aiden to scan my drawing of Ben to put it on MIA. Now Aiden wants to see me.

Ben! They must have news of Ben.

I swallow, hard. News can be good, or bad. Bad is more likely. But Aiden could have sent a message through Mac if it was bad news. Couldn't he? But he is here.

I fly up the stairs, chucking school uniform for jeans and boots and rushing out the door. Daring to hope.

I force myself to walk at a normal pace through the village, to look as if I'm just out for a stroll. Fighting the urge to run.

No one is in sight at the start of the footpath. I hesitate, all of Mum's warnings to avoid these places on my own echoing in my ears. But I'm not afraid any more, not since my memories came back. I'm good at self-defence.

I run up the footpath, past the fields and hedges, through trees as it rises. The air is frosty and clear, afternoon sun low in the sky. As I get closer to the lookout I slow down to a walk. Afraid, now, to hear what Aiden has to say. Until I hear it, it can be what I want to hear. Once I see him and he says the words, it is over. I go slower and slower, stop and make myself breathe in and out, to calm the rapid thudding of my heart that has nothing to do with the run.

I walk slow and silent, under shadow of trees as I round the final bend of the path. His head is turned the other way, but the fire of his red hair glints in the setting sun. Aiden. I step forward and he turns. Smiles.

He's smiling.

'How are you, Kyla?'

I search his eyes for the answer I'm looking for. Blue eyes, but nothing like Nico's pale colour; Aiden's are an intense, deep-water blue. Reassuring eyes. Not bad news?

Legs unable to hold me up any more, I almost collapse next to him on the log where he sits. 'Tell me, please. What have you heard?'

'There's been a possible sighting of Ben.'

'A sighting?' I whisper, not daring to think he means what I think he might.

'Yes. It's true, Kyla. I can't believe it, I really can't. I thought it worse than a long shot to even bother. But I put that drawing you did of Ben on MIA, and someone who looks like him has been spotted, a few times. I can't say for sure that it will be Ben. But the person making the report is very reliable.'

'Really?'

He nods. 'Really. This isn't how MIA generally operates, by the way. Normally we only tell someone is found if they agree to it first. But as I sort of feel I had a hand in things with you and Ben, I've made an exception.'

And I can't move or speak, or even take it in. Could it be true?

'Say something,' he says.

I shake my head. 'I just...really?' And I grin.

He smiles back and without thought I launch myself at him. His arms curl around me in a hug. And all at once it is too much, way too much. Emotion works its way up from inside, and I'm shaking, then I'm crying. 'It can't be him. I can't believe it. What if it is a mistake?'

'You're not good with good news, are you? Are your levels okay?'

'Yeah, fine. I ran here so my levels are up,' I say, and, embarrassed now, move back. I tuck my hand in my pocket so he can't see my Levo.

'But you're right to be careful. As I said, it could be mistaken identity.'

'What happens next?'

'We'll try to get a photo of him, to show you. Then get you to see him if it still looks like it's Ben. All right?'

'Where is he? Where did they see him? When can I-'

'Slow down a little. I'll tell you what I can. He was seen not far from here, twenty miles or so. If it is him: it was at a distance, at a running track. So-'

'That's Ben! He loves to run. It must be him. When can I see him?'

'We need to do some planning. Sit tight. Not a word to anyone. Right?' I nod. 'We'll be in touch.'

'Another flower delivery?'

He laughs. 'This time I was in the area, and a friend of mine owed a favour. But best not to use that trick more than once. Mac will know if anything is up, all right? I'll be at his Friday night, I can pass any news on then.' Aiden gets up. 'I've got to go. It really is good to see you, Kyla.' His smile is warm; he touches my hand. 'Take care.'

He starts to walk away. I haven't seen him since the day I all but accused him of taking Ben away. But it wasn't fair. He didn't make Ben do anything he didn't want to do, and now he's trying to help.

'Aiden, wait.' He pauses, turns back. 'Look. I'm sorry about what I said the last time.'

'It's all right. I understand how upset you were. It's natural to lash out.' His stares levelly back, calm and steady.

And he disappears down the footpath, the other way. I walk back the way I came, head spinning. Could it be true? Could it really be Ben? Only twenty miles away: so close. If it is him, what does it mean?

The Lorders wouldn't just let him go. There must be a catch.

CHAPTER NINETEEN.

When I get home, something isn't right.

The front door isn't locked for a start. Dad's car isn't out front; Mum and Amy are both at work. Could I really have left without locking up? I think back, and I'm not sure. When I left to meet Aiden, I was in a hurry of panic in case he was gone by the time I got there. Yet I would have done it automatically, without thinking. Wouldn't I?

My instincts are screaming danger.

I open the door and push it forward without stepping in. The hall is empty, and I listen, not moving, not breathing.

There! Footsteps, upstairs. My throat constricts: my drawings! I didn't hide them away before I went out, did I? Stupid.

Careful, quiet, slow: up the stairs. My door is open; I scan the room. Drawings still all over the bed, the one I started of the hospital face up. Not quite the way I left them, I'm sure. My stomach sinks.

Footsteps, behind me! I spring round, ready for, well, anything.

Amy jumps about a foot in the air. 'Oh my God, Kyla! You scared me. Why don't you yell hello or something when you come in?'

I shake my head. 'I scared you? You scared me! You're not supposed to be home yet.'

'You were so out of it this afternoon, I asked to come home early to spend some time with you, you nitwit. But when I got here, no sign. Where've you been?'

'I... I'm sorry. I went for a walk, to clear my head.'

Her face softens. 'Are you all right? Really? You've been so odd this week. And ever since Ben...' And she looks away, doesn't finish the sentence.

'Let's go downstairs and have some tea,' I suggest.

'Not so fast.' And she walks past me to my room, pushes open the door I'd left ajar. Goes straight for my bed and the hospital drawing I'd left. 'Tell me about this, first,' she says.

I shrug, stomach in knots. 'Just the usual. You know me: I draw everything. And what were you doing, snooping around in my room anyway?'

'You didn't answer the door; I thought you might be upset, or that your levels had dropped and you couldn't.' She sighs and sits on the bed. 'I'm worried about you.' She holds out her hand and I take it, sit next to her.

She is dangerous.

No. This is Amy, not the enemy.

She picks up my drawing of Dr Lysander's floor of the hospital. 'Explain this to me,' she says, and there is no way round it, really, so I do. About the attack, and how doctors disappeared and I wondered where. I was curious, it was a puzzle and I was drawing it.

She shakes her head. 'Kyla, you are SO stupid. Think of the trouble this could land you in if the wrong person saw it! Why waste time drawing boring stuff like this anyway, when you are so good at people and faces?' And she turns over Nurse Sally. 'This is gorgeous. She is so warm and alive. Who is it?'

'Nobody. Just a made-up face.'

'Really? Funny, she looks familiar. Can't place her, though.'

Was Sally at the hospital when Amy was Slated? When was that: five years ago. She could have been.

'But this,' she says, and picks up the hospital one again, 'has to go. And don't do anything like it again. Promise?'

I do, and together we tear it in half and in half again and again, until all that is left are tiny squares. She flushes them. 'That is the end of that,' she says. 'Time for that cup of tea?'

Downstairs in the kitchen I put the kettle on.

'Where'd you walk?' Amy asks.

'Oh, you know. Just around the village,' I lie, the footpath being off limits solo.

'Mum would have a fit if she knew you went walking alone. Ever since that Wayne Best was found.'

'Have you heard anything else about him?'

'Oh, didn't I say? He is talking and remembering things now.'

I turn to get the cups out of the cupboard, not trusting myself to keep a neutral face. He is remembering? Oh, God. The room seems to darken and spin in my eyes, as if it is turning into a black pit that will suck me in. I shake my head and my vision clears.

Tell Nico.

My stomach squirms. Nico will be furious it is the first he's heard about it. I can't tell him now. It's too late.

'But he's got, like, traumatic amnesia,' Amy says.

'What's that?'

'He can remember everything, except why he was in the woods that day, and what happened to him there.'

'Oh?'

'He might remember, eventually, the doc said. I heard Lorders were annoyed with him for not answering.' She shuddered. 'That'd be enough to get your memory back quick, I should think.'

The phone rings as I'm pouring the tea, and Amy runs to answer. I dash upstairs and carefully gather the rest of my drawings and hide them in a folder with others.

Amy almost recognised Nurse Sally. I shouldn't have lied about who she was: what if she remembers that she works at the hospital, and puts it together?

Did Amy actually say she wouldn't tell anyone about the drawings?

I think hard. Not in so many words, but she got me to destroy the one of the hospital. What would be the point if it wasn't then secret?