He’s given his statement to Craig’s team of what happened when he went into the van, then nipped to the shopping centre, picking up extra clothes to tide him over for a few days. And he came here via the McDonald’s drive-in, ravenously destroying a burger in a few bites.

Finn and Josie look up as he comes into the room.

‘Hi, Finn,’ Robin says. ‘How are you feeling?’

‘Terrible,’ Finn replies. He manages a small smile. His face looks pale, a fine layer of sweat on his forehead. ‘Is Simon holding the fort?’

Josie holds tight to her son’s hand. ‘Let’s concentrate on getting you better, sweetheart,’ she says with a warning glance in Robin’s direction. ‘We’ll worry about Simon later.’

Robin sits in the chair next to his bed. ‘Do you remember what happened last night?’ he asks.

Finn furrows his brow. ‘I was filming the storm. Then things get a bit muddled.’ He reaches up and rubs his eyes behind his glasses; Robin notices his hands are shaking. ‘Where is Simon, anyway?’ Finn continues. ‘We need to talk. There must be loads of data to go through.’

Robin puts his hand on his friend’s arm. ‘Soon, Finn.’ He indicates to Josie. ‘We’ll be back in a sec. I need to talk to your mum.’

Robin takes Josie’s hand and ushers her out into the corridor.

‘That’s all he’s been saying,’ she whispers to Robin. ‘He seems so confused. He keeps talking about Simon.’

‘What do the doctors say?’

‘They’re still running their tests. They’ve done an initial CT and bloods, but they say they need to take him for an MRI. They mentioned memory loss. Something about a psycho… a psychotic episode, triggered by stress? They asked if we have schizophrenia in the family.’

‘And do you?’ Robin asks.

‘No! And they asked about drugs, so I told them about the LSD and the marijuana.’

‘Good.’ Robin frowns.

‘Could the drugs have caused this? What they’re saying he did to Dr Sharp?’

‘I don’t know, Josie, I’m sorry. I’ll try to find out what I can. Is Sandra still around?’

‘Yes, she’s gone to find somewhere to stay tonight.’ Josie reaches forward and takes Robin’s hand. Her own is cold, shaking. ‘He’s all I have,’ she says, her voice trembling. She looks back through the window, towards her son. ‘I know he’s a grown man and over six foot, but he’s still my baby. I couldn’t… I can’t… If anything happens to him…’

Robin feels the weight of the responsibility. The pressure makes his shoulders tense, his head hurt.

He covers her hands with both of his, squeezing tight. ‘I know, Josie. I know.’