Bryan had sensed Sarah's fight with Anthony. At the same time as it had happened has had been talking to his best mate Eddie. From out of nowhere he'd suddenly started to disagree with everything Eddie was saying, he felt angry and wanted to start an argument. Eddie and Bryan had never had an argument before and Eddie wondered hat was going on.

"You alright?" he asked. "No, I'm not!" Bryan replied "God, I'm so angry and I don't know why!". They were sitting in the foyer of a posh London hotel. The group was going to be on a chat show filmed in London and Eddie was keeping him company, so they were there for a few days. "What's the matter?" Eddie asked. "I don't know, I just feel like yelling at someone!" Bryan replied.

Suddenly he had a vision of Anthony, of course he didn't know who he was but in his head he heard Sarah's voice insulting him, insulting everything about him. Bryan burst out laughing. Eddie was starting to get worried "what are you laughing at?" he asked thinking Bryan was maybe going mad.

"He's just so ugly, and she fancied him! It's amazing, what did she see in him?" Bryan giggled. He suddenly caught hold of himself "You know I have absolutely no idea who he is, who SHE is!" he said seriously "Eddie, I think I'm going mad. But he was there in my head. I saw him, she was insulting him and I heard her like it was my own voice!".

Eddie was now incredibly worried "Bryan, I think you should take a break and relax. You've been so hard at work lately I think it's getting to you." "Maybe, but it all seems so confusing! I just don't get it..." he mumbled as Eddie led him to the lift to take him back to his room. "Go to bed and have a rest, you don't have an early start tomorrow so get some kip and I'll see you tomorrow." Eddie told him. "But it's only half past 7 in the evening!" Bryan replied. Eddie gave him a stern look and refused to budge. Bryan got in the lift and went back to his room. He got unchanged and ran himself a lovely, hot bath with bubbles. He got into it and laid back, closing his eyes. He slowly started to drift off.

Like before he couldn't tell if he was awake or asleep. Everything was so real, he couldn't believe the possibility of it being fake. He was sitting in a bedroom, it was pink and very modern. There were no posters on the wall, no pictures. It was clearly a woman's bedroom. The door opened and he spun around. In she walked, it was her. She'd had her hair cut, but it was still her. She was still as beautiful as he remembered.

"I'm sorry" Bryan told her "but I don't know where am!". She didn't seem to notice him, and walked right past. She sat at her desk and started writing something her couldn't see. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched her. "She can't see me" he thought to himself. She wrote for what seemed like ages, eventually Bryan got up and stood behind her. She was writing to someone called 'Sherry'. Bryan tried to read what she was writing, it started "Hiya, I hope you're having a great time in Leeds with Jon. I'm not so good, I bumped into Anthony today...". Bryan tried to stroke her hair but his hand disappeared right through it. He quickly pulled his hand back, "Am I a ghost?" he asked himself.

She got up and walked over to her bed, when she reached it she sat down on it. She started to unbutton her shirt. "Oh crap!" Bryan said out loud. He turned around not wanting to peep at her. He felt like a peeping tom, and didn't like it. She didn't deserve to be peeped at. He waited a few minutes and decided that she must be finished by then. He turned and to his surprise she was in her underwear, lying on the bed. Bryan quickly averted his eyes, though now he wanted to look.

"It's just a dream!" he told himself, trying to come up with an excuse. He turned around and she was drifting off to sleep too. He sat down next to her and realised that he didn't actually care how little she was wearing. He found himself gazing at her face and not her body. He was a little surprised at his behaviour as the others often called him a perv. He leant out and tried to stroke her. He couldn't and instead just had to watch her sleeping.

Suddenly he heard a crash downstairs, she didn't awaken. He jumped up and ran towards the door. His adrenalin was racing as he went. He ran straight through the closed door and down the stairs. In the girls front room there was a man, a burglar. He was trying to lift her tv, but realised it was still plugged in.

"Stop that!" yelled Bryan, he wasn't heard. The burglar bent over and tried to unplug the tv. A sudden burst of adrenalin forced Bryan lurching forward onto the man and punching his back. To Bryan's surprise the man yelled in terror, falling to the ground. The man picked himself up and Bryan swung his fist and punched him hard in the face. The man fell back again, this time not getting up again.

Bryan heard footsteps running down the stairs. Sarah ran into the room tying her dressing gown as she went. She switched the light on and screamed. Though she was panicking she walked over to the man, who was by now unconscious. She kicked his leg to see if he was moving, but he didn't. Bryan watched from the doorway, amazed at what had happened.

Sarah sat on the man and he groaned and started to wake up. "Shut up you creep!" she said angrily "You don't want to bother me today!" she leant over towards her telephone while watching the man to make sure he didn't try and do anything. She couldn't reach the phone and was outstretched for a few moments before Bryan pushed the telephone closer to her hand. Sarah didn't notice and called the police. She proudly told them she was sitting on the burglar and didn't intend to let him escape. Bryan smiled proudly, it was the first time he'd heard her voice properly and he liked it.

He watched her until the police had arrived and left and the girl eventually went back to bed. He sat on her chair at her desk and watched her fall asleep. He looked back at the letter which was still on her desk and looked straight at he bottom of the page. It read "Loads of love Sarah XXX". "Sarah" Bryan said to himself.

He awoke to find Eddie sitting on the edge of his bed in the hotel nudging him, trying to wake him up. "hiya" Bryan mumbled, rubbing his eyes. "So, who's this Sarah then!" Eddie giggled. Bryan sat up in shock and stared at him in amazement. He looked at his hands and the knuckles of his right hand were bruised.