Home. I was going home.
I was taken by helicopter to London, where I was ushered into the hospital under armed guard. The FBI weren't taking any risks, and there was always the chance that the Voices might come back to me, although it was unlikely. I had escaped once; I had won. That was the way this worked, right? Or was it?
The press, obviously, crowded around us, trying to catch a glance of me as I hid my face. I did not want to be in the newspaper for being abducted and I definitely didn't want them knowing the details! That would ruin my chances of ever getting on with a normal life.
Somehow, without anybody saying anything, I knew that I would never again be bothered by voices in my head. They had stopped just a week or two after I was taken on board the ship, and they had never started again. It was something I had never forseen and I wasn't sure whether I liked it or not. The sensation was confusing. But at least I was myself again.
"Shelley, will you ever forgive me?" Sophie blamed herself for everything that happened, right up to the Voice children and the abduction. I didn't blame her at all, because she hadn't known what was going to happen when she sent me to the Apollo Hospital.
"There is nothing to forgive you for," I replied. "It wasn't your fault. Stop feeling so guilty." I turned and gave her a big smile and a hug. Though my injuries were severe I had suffered worse, and compared to what I had experienced shortly after giving birth the numerous cuts and scratches were nothing.
"I'm so sorry I put you through that. I should have realised you weren't mad ... I should have kept you at home with us. You could have had a family, Michelle!" Sophie still looked at me like I was something strange and wonderful, as though she couldn't quite believe I had grown up so much during those years without contact.
"I couldn't. Not when Dad didn't love me." I smiled again. "But that's all in the past, isn't it? And I have no more voices. I'm not mad: I never was. But now there's nothing even to suggest it." I shifted around on the hospital bed. "To be honest, I just want to get out of this place and go home."
"Home." Sophie smiled. "Your room is still there. I wouldn't let Nick rent it out. I told him you would be coming back for it soon, the moment you were cured. I didn't realise it wasn't the sort of thing that wouldn't be able to be cured!"
"If you hadn't sent me there, I wouldn't have met Doc." I beamed at her, but there was sadness in my eyes. "Let me tell you about him."