‘I’ve been thinking, Henry.’ ‘Yes, Megan?’ ‘Well, you know how you’re a bit of a legend?’ ‘Yes…’ ‘I wouldn’t mind being a bit of a legend myself.’ ‘You already are, Megan; the police are going to be searching for your body and when they finally convince themselves that sweet little Megan wasn’t forced to help Henry Smith escape they will realise that sweet little Megan is one dangerous woman. You will forever be known as the nurse who threw her life away to help a serial killer.’ ‘I know that, Henry, and it’s all very good but…’ ‘But what?’ ‘I want to be known as Nurse Megan who turned from a saint to a sinner; I don’t just want to be the bit on the side who helped you to escape.’ Henry began to laugh, really laugh. He hadn’t chuckled so long in years and Megan threw a newspaper at his head. ‘I’m serious, stop laughing. I want to be just like you.’ Henry managed to contain himself and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.
