Karen pulls back when Luna abruptly sits bolt upright and dodges her wildly flailing hands, which seem to be looking for something to cling to. They find Karen’s forearm and she feels nails digging into the fabric of her jacket.

‘Luna, it’s Karen,’ she says. ‘Remember me? I’m a detective, Leo’s my lodger. We met at KGB a few weeks ago.’

No hint of recognition in the wide-open eyes that stare blankly at Karen. Or through her.

She puts her free hand on Luna’s.

‘You’re safe now,’ she says. ‘The doctor will be here any second to have a look at you. And then we’ll get you out of here and to a hospital.’

‘Leo?’

Her voice is so faint Karen barely hears her.

‘Yes, Leo,’ she says. ‘He and the other guys have been worried sick about you. But you’re safe now, Luna. It’s over.’

Both the doctor and the two paramedics have joined them now and Karen gets up to make room for them. Just as she is about to let go of Luna’s hand, she feels it tighten around hers. Without looking away from her for one second, she says:

‘I’ll stay with you the whole time. Do you know if you’re hurt? Did he hit you?’

A slow shake of the head and a wince of pain.

‘Just thirsty,’ she says. ‘Head hurts.’

‘We’re going to get an IV going right now,’ the doctor says. ‘I just want to have a quick look at you before we put you in the ambulance.’

*

She doesn’t let go. Throughout the doctor’s brief examination of her head, eye movement, pulse, and blood pressure, Luna’s hand clutches Karen’s.

‘I think you had better go with her in the ambulance,’ the doctor says.

Karen nods and just as she takes a seat next to the stretcher, she’s blinded by a white light that fills the cramped space. She has no time to shield herself, just stares blankly at the camera while her brain catches up.

She has completely forgotten about both Jon Bergman and the DTV cameraman.

Instinctively, she leans over to hide Luna and opens her mouth to say something, but before she can get a word out, the ambulance doors slam shut.

And while her mind reels with thoughts about the potential consequences of her oversight, she hears the sirens start up.