(The audio begins with a harsh buzzing of static which snaps quickly to a faint whispering. It's difficult to decipher the words, but it sounds like multiple voices overlapping.)

(When the buzzing/whispering clears, we can hear choir music playing softly in the background. It is a haunting tune and plays throughout the scene. A woman can be heard, asking someone if they are comfortable and directing them to a glass of water which she says is on the tray. A man's voice is heard thanking the woman.)

Saskia: (coughs to clear throat, but coughs again as if she is in some difficulty) Excuse me, could I also possibly have some water?

Unknown woman: Yes. Let me get you a glass.

(The audio picks up footsteps fading and the sound of a tap running in another room. The footsteps grow louder again.)

Unknown woman: Here you are.

Saskia: (sips water, we hear the sound of the glass being placed on a table) Sorry about that. I'm just... not feeling that great today. Thank you.

Unknown woman: I wish you'd phoned ahead and informed us. It's important we don't bring viruses into the house. Dr. Kinghorne's health mustn't be compromised.

Saskia: Yes, I understand, I'm not sick, I promise. I just didn't sleep very well at all last night.

Doctor: (mutters something unintelligible)

Saskia: Sorry, what was that you said, Doctor?

Unknown woman: (interrupts quickly) He just said that you look very pale. Are you sure you're not sick?

Saskia: I swear... honestly, I'm not sick. I'm just having a lot of trouble sleeping. I'm ready now. That is, if you are, Doctor?

Doctor: (his voice is hoarse but surprisingly firm) Yes, I am.

Saskia: (sounds uncertain, there is a slight tremor to her voice which she steadies by clearing her throat again) Right. If you don't mind, I'd like to start with an introduction. Just for the purposes of the recording, if you could please help to introduce yourself... um, your name and your profession, please?

Doctor: Certainly. My name is Dr. Edward Kinghorne. I am... was a Psychiatric Consultant at the Collindale Psychiatric Unit, until just over a year ago.

Saskia: And is it correct that you worked mostly in the High Dependency Unit at Collindale?

Dr. Kinghorne: Yes, that's correct. I worked there from 2012-2020.

Saskia: And you were the primary consultant for Amelia Austen. Is that correct too?

(There's a pause. In the background, the tune continues to play, eerily filling the silence.)

Doctor: Yes, I was the primary consultant. I was responsible for all decisions regarding her care and subsequent treatment, with the assistance of the team at Collindale. Frances Mellor here, for one.

Saskia: (pauses, sounding surprised) Excuse me, sorry... you're Frances Mellor? You were the psychiatric nurse on the recording... the one when... (she trails off.)

Frances: (curtly) Yes. I was the nurse on duty when that girl attacked Edward... I mean, Dr. Kinghorne.

Saskia: Right, sorry... I didn't realise. Um, so can I just clarify, you now work for Dr. Kinghorne?

Frances: Employed in a private capacity, yes. After the incident, I decided I no longer wished to stay at Collindale and Dr. Kinghorne here required care, and...

Doctor: And so, I offered her the position to be my primary carer. A touch of irony there, don't you think, Miss Jones? The carer becomes the cared for.

Saskia: Sure. I see. Nurse Mellor, what happened must have been traumatic for yourself to witness too. It's no wonder you didn't want to stay.

Frances: (there is a hard edge to her tone, almost as if she is offended) I am trained psychiatric nurse, Miss Jones. I'm well equipped to deal with a wide variety of violent situations and trust me, I have seen it all in my time. But... this presented an opportunity.

Saskia: I don't follow...

Doctor: She means that I pay better. The healthcare sector can be notoriously low paid for nursing staff. Even at an institution such as Collindale.

Saskia: Oh, right. Okay, let's move on. First of all, I'd like to say thank you for agreeing to meet with me today.

(There is a banging noise from another room, possibly from upstairs as the sound is muffled. Saskia gasps.)

Saskia: Is there someone else in the house?

Frances: Of course not. We're the only ones here.

Doctor: Miss Jones, are you okay? You seem... somewhat on edge?

Saskia: Um... no... I mean yes, I'm fine. Like I said, I'm just tired. Maybe a little strung out. I'm sorry, let's continue, if that's okay. (There is the sound of Saskia sipping water again). I'd like to talk about Amelia, as much as you possibly can. From our email conversation, I understand you are bound by medical confidentiality so there's only so much we can discuss.

Doctor: That's correct.

Saskia: But we can discuss the build-up prior to her being admitted and the incident itself, at your permission, of course. According to my notes, Doctor, Amelia was admitted to Collindale in the May of 2020. I understand from Amelia's parents that this was due to an attack on Reverend Wallis, and prior to that incident, Amelia's mental health had begun to deteriorate quite rapidly. Is that right, Doctor?

Doctor: There was an incident with the Reverend, yes.

Saskia: Although not on public record apparently as the Reverend chose not to pursue any criminal accusation or charges against her. Is it also correct that yourself and the Reverend were... friends, would you say?

Doctor: (pauses) I was acquainted with the Reverend, yes.

Saskia: Acquainted. Can I ask how you came to know the Reverend?

Doctor: Certainly. Prior to his appointment at the church where Amelia attended, Wallis was the Reverend at another parish where I used to live.

Saskia: So, you attended his Church before?

Doctor: I did, yes.

Saskia: And did the Reverend often have a habit of referring troubled teenagers to your care, Doctor?

Frances: (angry) Now, I don't know what you're implying, young lady...

Doctor: (pacifying tone) Now, now, Frances, it's perfectly okay. Miss Jones here is trying to establish whether there was some connection between myself and the Reverend that impacted on how I dealt with her case. Isn't that right, Miss Jones? You believe there was a conspiracy of sorts. Something cooked up between the Reverend, me, and Amelia's parents.

Saskia: So, you're aware of the accusation that yourself and the Reverend, together with the now Chief Inspector Austen conspired together to ensure Amelia's incarceration at Collindale? And in addition, you're also familiar with the accusation that you allegedly worked to ensure that she remained there, not only in order to prevent more embarrassment to her family, but to prevent any scandal to a high-ranking officer who clearly had ambitions within the police force?

Frances: This is outrageous!

Doctor: And yet it is nothing we have not heard before, Frances. Miss Jones, yes, of course, I am fully aware of the quite frankly unfounded allegations. They surfaced during the Collindale internal investigation that took place following my... well, following the incident, and I am fully aware of the source of those allegations. The young person of whom we speak – while I cannot go into the specifics of his individual case – had undergone trauma of his own in relation to Amelia.

Saskia: You mean Matty Burgess?

(The Doctor does not reply.)

Saskia: Okay, for the benefit of my listeners, despite your acquaintance with the Reverend, you are saying there was no plot to keep Amelia at Collindale?

Doctor: I am a psychiatric consultant, Miss Jones, not a monster, and my record is exemplary. I did not ever take part in any sinister practices to trigger my patients and keep them at the unit in order to satisfy my own cravings to study their conditions. Trust me, I have faced all these ridiculous accusations before, and allwere deemed, by the higher authorities of my profession, to be quite unfounded and without any basis in fact.

Saskia: Doctor, if you don't mind me saying. I've heard the recording of that interview with Amelia at the unit.

Frances: Which is highly confidential. You shouldn't even have it. Who sent you that?

Saskia: (her tone changes, she sounds less sure of herself) I... I don't know who sent me it, but I have listened to it. Dr. Kinghorne, I have to say, you certainly seemed to be insistent that Amelia face her fears in that interview. She can clearly be heard saying she doesn't want to look at Matty's artwork, but you pushed forward against her wishes...

Frances: I think we need to stop this now. Edward... Dr. Kinghorne has suffered enough, and you need to leave...

Doctor: No! Frances, I agreed to this for a reason. You know that. It's important. I have to talk with Miss Jones. I have to warn her...

(Frances mutters something unintelligible and is clearly angry. Dr. Kinghorne sighs, exhausted.)

Saskia: I don't understand. Warn me about what?

Doctor: Miss Jones, let me say something to you now. There is not a day that goes by when I do not severely regret my actions. When I look in the mirror and see what she did. Every day. Every single thing I do. I live with a constant reminder of my mistake.

Saskia: So, just to clarify, you agree that you were pushing Amelia, that your own actions prompted her violent attack upon you?

Doctor: I deny strenuously that I was attempting to trigger my patient. That I will certainly clarify for the record and have done so since that day. It has been and always will be my professional opinion andexperience, that patients must face their traumas in order to heal. Suppression is not healthy, Miss Jones. It will always find a way to the surface. What is buried will always claw its way out. If that is going to happen, then better it occurs while the patient is within the safe confines of an institute such as Collindale where the risk can be assessed. Episodes can be managed. Patients can be treated effectively and efficiently. You have to understand, in the cases of most admissions, we have little more than eight weeks in which to implement a care plan and treatment in readiness for the patient to be discharged.

Saskia: But Amelia wasn't discharged. After seven weeks in the High Dependency Unit, she attacked you and was immediately transferred to the Psychiatric Intensive Care Unit and remained there until the day she walked out and then just disappeared. She told you to stop. She begged you. I heard it. Doctor, wouldn't you agree that it is one thing to help a patient cope with their trauma and another to dangle it in front of their face until they can't take it anymore?

Doctor: Miss Jones, trust me when I say, that there was not a psychiatric consultant alive that could have helped Amelia cope with her trauma. I know that now. I have known it ever since that day. I hadn't wanted to believe it. Why would I?

(As he continues to speak, the pace of his words becomes faster, his tone more filled with urgency.)

Doctor: I am a trained psychiatrist. My work, my experience, everything I have ever done in my profession, has been based solely in science. In the scientific examination of the mind. To take the unbelievable, the impossible, the improbable, the fantastical, and place it purely within scientific fact, until we find the logical outcome. Until we dismiss the fantasy completely. I don't deal with fantasy, Miss Jones. I never have. I deal with fact and fact alone. But when fantasy becomes fact? If you have any idea how that shakes the very foundations of who I am and what I was trained to believe in, you will understand just how significant it is that I agreed to meet with you. You will understand how imperative it was that I talk to you.

Saskia: I don't understand. I don't understand what you're trying to say to me.

(A chair creaks. When Dr. Kinghorne speaks, his voice is almost a whisper.)

Doctor: What I am saying, Miss Jones, is that I didn't agree to meet with you to discuss Amelia. I agreed to meet so we could discuss you.

(There's a pause in the audio. A crackle of static buzzes furiously for a few seconds)

Saskia: ... but that doesn't make any sense. Why would you wish to discuss me?

Doctor: Because I know, and I believe. Just as you do.

(The chair creaks again. The audio picks up a muffled banging. There are four bangs.)

Saskia: What... (her voice breaks, and she coughs) What do you know, Doctor?

Doctor: I know what Amelia was so frightened of. I know what she was haunted by. I know what was in that photo. And what's more, I believe it.

Saskia: (whispers) You do?

Doctor: You are surprised, Miss Jones. And much more, I see, which is why I wanted to meet with you. Tell me, have they started to show themselves to you yet? Do you hear them?

Saskia: D-Doctor, I don't know...

Doctor: Yes, you do. You do know, Miss Jones. You have that same look about you. The same as she did. When we began today, you thought someone else was in this house. There is not. At least, no other human apart from myself, Frances, and you. And yet you heard something we did not. What did you hear?

Saskia: (breathing hard) I... I don't know. I thought... I heard something upstairs. Something or someone moving around. And just now, I heard... someone banging, but you and Nurse Mellor, you didn't even flinch or acknowledge it. Look, what is this? What are you saying? Is this a trick?

Doctor: No tricks, Miss Jones. Although I am quite sure the Chief Inspector tried to convince you otherwise? I do not blame him. For so long, I too refused to believe. Logic over the illogical, yes?

Saskia: Tell me what you know about the photo.

Doctor: I can tell you that it is no fake, Miss Jones. There is no camera trickery. No photoshop or other manipulation. What you see in that photo is Amelia's successful attempt to use fast shutter speeds to capture movement. She was obsessed with learning how to do it. Spent hours pouring over her photography books in order to master it and master it she did. It was shortly after that time that she began to believe those around her were possessed. She fixated on Reverend Wallis in particular.

Saskia: Wait... is that why she attacked him?

Doctor: It certainly seems the case. As she assaulted him, he told me that she kept repeating, 'I see you, I see you.' Of course, I didn't understand at the time, but later, when she repeated the same to Matthew, and then there was the incident with her sister.

Saskia: (almost to herself) She didn't believe it was Abigail. Matty said. Doctor, what did Amelia believe was possessing them?

Doctor: Miss Jones, you are asking me questions to which you already know the answers.

Saskia: No. (And then more firmly.) No, no I don't. I don't understand...

Doctor: You understand far more than you are willing to admit. Amelia believed that those around her were possessed by the same type of being she believed was haunting her.

Saskia: A ghost then?

(There is a sudden bang, the sound of a fist or palm hitting a table).

Doctor: (angry now) No, Miss Jones. Not a ghost. You know of what I speak. You know because you have seen it. You know because you feel it. You know!

Saskia: (agitated) But it can't be! It can't!

Doctor: Yet you are willing to believe in ghosts but not this? Not them? Think about it. Dismiss everythingyou thought you knew. Do you know the significance of the numbers yet? Do you understand what they mean? Or more importantly, what they meant to Amelia?

Saskia: I... I'm not sure. Um... Amelia saw sequences of numbers. Repetition of numbers. It terrified her for some reason. That's what she saw in the church the day she attacked Reverend Wallis. She saw them again in her hospital room. Nurse Mellor, you accused Amelia of writing those numbers on the wall of her room, but she didn't... she swore that she didn't. She saw them in Matty's painting... and she said you were tapping your pen in a sequence, Doctor. The numbers... the numbers were her trigger. But, why?

Doctor: Those who believe call it manifesting. Harnessing positive energy through the power of the spiritual world to manifest good things in your life. The process of seeing the same sequence of numbers over and over... car licence plates, clocks, in books, on the television. You even hear the numbers in repetitions of sounds. It's a sign. A sign that a higher power has noticed you, that it is watching you and following your every step. Helping you to manifest positivity through these numbers... angel numbers! Angels! That is what Amelia believed in. That is what was haunting her and that is what you saw in the photo. Not a ghost. An angel.

(The audio glitches with white static and then goes silent. In the few seconds that pass, the multiple voices we heard at the beginning of the episode grow in volume, but the language they speak is not identifiable. It's a cacophony of angry voices that blasts out, before cutting out, then the audio reverts to Saskia and Dr. Kinghorne talking.)

Saskia: No... how can it be? This is... crazy. You sound as crazy as she was!

Doctor: You no more think that Amelia was crazy than I do, Miss Jones. And I am a psychiatrist. Amelia knew something was following her. Shadowing her every move. She felt it there. Saw it in the edges of her vision. She would turn to try and see it and it was always out of reach. That was until she managed to capture that photograph.

Saskia: (desperate now, her voice is strained) But we're talking angels here, Doctor. Angels. How can that creature in the photograph be an angel of all things? I saw it. It's...

Doctor: Terrifying? Yes, they are. Check the biblical scriptures. You will not find what you think you know about the angels there, Miss Jones. In the Book of Ezekiel, they have four faces – one each of an ox, a lion, an eagle, and a human. Or they are made from interlocking wheels and possess multiple eyes. Look into the origin of the word seraphim, and you will find the Hebrew for venomous, desert snake. There are no halos. No harps. In fact, Biblical angels would strike fear into the hearts of anyone who witnessed them. And then there are the fallen ones... those angels who were cast out.

Saskia: Are you suggesting that's what was haunting Amelia? A fallen angel? But why would it wish her harm?

Doctor: She told us why. Because she saw them.

Saskia: Wait... them? Do you mean there is more than one?

Doctor: 333. You are in the hands of the master. 422. They have heard your call. 1111. They are coming. 444...

Saskia: Stop! I don't want to hear anymore!

Doctor: You must hear it, Miss Jones. You must listen!

(There is the sound of movement, as Saskia gathers her things together. She repeats the word 'no' over and over, as Dr. Kinghorne protests.)

Doctor: If you do not listen, then you are putting yourself in even graver danger than you already are.

Saskia: (raising her voice) Do you even know how crazy you sound? Or have you sat in this house so long, so traumatised by what she did to you that you've convinced yourself that what she believed was true? It was a hoax, Doctor. A hoax.

Doctor: If you believed that you would not be here. I told you, I do not break from science so easily, but this is fact. I know, as do you. You are hearing sounds that we do not hear. You aren't sleeping. Do you feel them yet, Miss Jones? Do you feel that presence at your shoulder? A touch you cannot explain?

Frances: You should listen. If you know what's good for you...

Saskia: (aggressively) Is that what you told Amelia, Nurse Mellor? As you plied her with drugs? As you restrained her? After you'd both fed her head with lies and fantasy?

Frances: That is not what happened.

Saskia: Do you even believe it?

Frances: (hesitating) I believe him. I believe Edward.

Saskia: Then you're both as crazy as each other.

(She is audibly sobbing now.)

Doctor: You must listen, Miss Jones. If you don't...

Saskia: What? If I don't, what? What will happen to me? What happened to Amelia Austen, Doctor? What happened to her?

(There is the sound of screaming and shouting. Some kind of physical altercation takes place, there is sounds of a struggle.)

Frances: Get off him! Get away! I'll call the police! Get out of here right now!

Saskia: (distressed) I'm going. You people are mad. You're mad...

Doctor: (shouting) Stop searching, Miss Jones. Drop this now. It's your only hope and then maybe... maybe they'll leave you be.

(Footsteps can be heard. Saskia is crying loudly.)

Doctor: (his voice is more muffled now, fading into the distance) 444! You are surrounded by angels. 444, Miss Jones! You are completely surrounded by them!

(A door slams shut.)

(Audio ends.)