Mrs Croft simply nodded before stepping to one side to allow Casey to come in before leading her up to Alistairs room. She knocked of the door before opening in gently.<br/>'Alistair you have a guest.' She called softly as she opened the door and stepped inside his room.<br/>'Unless its Ryan or Lulu tell them I'm busy.' Alistair spoke, not looking up from the microscope on his desk that he was hunched over. Alistairs room shared only one quality typical of every teenage boy's room; it was a complete mess. There were newspapers covering the entire floor and the walls were lined with large wooden boards which had newspaper articles, photos and magazine cut outs pinned all over them. Underneat the rubbish Casey would just be able to make out what was once cream wall paper and chocolate brown carpet. In the far corner of his room was a wooden desk with lots of draws and various bits of equipment. Alistair was sat at the desk, using one hand to adjust the lens of the microscope while the other wrote down notes as he peered through it.<br/>'It's Casey Valentine Alistair and she's come all this way to see you.' His mother spoke with an evident hint of disapproval in her voice.<br/>Alistairs ears pricked up at the name and he turned in his chair to face them. Casey would notice the dark patches around his eyes that had formed from lack of sleep. He stared at the girl for a moment before managing a weak smile.<br/>'I'll leave you two along...remember I'm just down stairs Alistair' His mother warned with a cheeky smirk before stepping out.<br/>When they were alone Alistair took a slow breath in as he prepared to say what he had been keeping in for days. Unfortunately Casey spoke first.<br/>He listened to her and felt a pang of guilt as she told him how disappointed she was that none of them had visited. He wanted to explain but when she cried he couldn't bring himself to interupt. He just waited for her to finish whilst staring glumly and saying nothing.<br/>When she eventually finished he turned back to the microscope; 'I know. We found him. We've spent the last three days trying to find him and we have.' He spoke softly, 'I couldn't stand that he hurt you so I did everything I could to find him. I'm looking at a blood sample of his right now that he let me take from him. He's not a bad guy but he's still scared of us.' He spoke before adjusting the lens a little and looking back at her. Waiting for a reaction.