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He watches shadows.

And after seeing him brought into accident and emergency a couple of days ago, Guppy isn't very surprised to find Tommy Lambert step out in front of him on his way home from work.

"You're stupider than I thought." he says quietly, both hands dropping ready to slip into defensive stance at an instant. "You got a suspended sentence. The mere fact that you're within a hundred yards of me means you're breaking your restraining order. And you're high. Go home."

Tommy stares at him for a moment, with a slightly vacant expression. Then pulls out a knife.

"My brothers are everything to me. You should have known that. There's no need for you to be alive now, and I can finish the job. They'll be proud." A smirk. "Game over."

"Go home Tommy. Sleep it off." Guppy calmly crosses the street, not taking his eyes off Tommy. Which is just as well, since the man suddenly darts after him, lunging with the knife.

Guppy blocks and twists away, grabbing the knife hand and slamming it into a wall. Tommy drops the knife, then falls to the floor when Guppy smacks down on the vagus nerve of his neck. Guppy grabs the knife and drops it down a drain, then runs for it, feeling warm blood oozing where the knife hit.

Please don't be deep. He reaches for his phone, looking down at the cut. Not necessary for an ambulance, but police, definitely police... no time. Not wanting to lead the man home, he sprints down the next road. Maybe he can make it to the phone booth near Holby City hospital...

He slows down, seeing Tommy catching up, and dives into the nearest shop, landing on a familiar looking floor.