Hannah knocked on the door harder than she intended.

"Come in," said a cheerful, male voice from the other side.

She glanced down the corridor; to the door Edward had just entered. The very thought of him made her flesh crawl. At that precise moment she knew she hated him and the strength of that emotion scared her more than his veiled threats. But what did he know, and more importantly, what was he going to do with that knowledge? A wave of tiredness swamped her. The endless secrets and revelations seemed to be merging into one, weighing her down. She felt like she was drowning.

"Come in." The voice sounded a little less friendly.

Hannah looked at the door of Room Three for the last time and then entered Room Two.

"Hannah, welcome, it's very nice to meet you. My name is Professor Clairbourne." A grey haired man in a white coat offered her a pudgy hand and she reluctantly took hold of it. He limply shook it, but didn't let go. He slowly traced his thumb over her the fleshy part above her thumb. A shiver ran down her back and she tugged her hand away, fighting the urge to wipe it down her jeans. She looked up and he smiled revealing a set of brilliantly white, straight teeth. Small dots of sweat beaded just under his receding hair line.

"Please come and sit down."

The Professor walked over to a cream leather couch, sat and patted the cushion next to his. Hannah looked at the seat and slowly walked over and sat on the sofa as far away from the man as she possibly could.

"Hannah, I will be conducting your SPR review today. Normally one of my team would carry out the review, however General Briggs has asked me personally to conduct yours and I am honoured to do so. Do you have any questions before we begin?"

Hannah shook her head in response.

"Hannah, you seem nervous. Please try to relax." The Professor reached over and squeezed her knee. She flinched. The smile on his face never altered, but something dark flashed across his eyes.

"Would you like these?" Hannah asked, offering the Professor the clip board of papers she had signed earlier.

The Professor removed his hand from Hannah's knee and accepted the paperwork.

"Please come this way," he said, stood up and walked over to another doorway on the side of the room. Hannah followed him into a smaller room, half the size of his office and realised that it must adjoin the one Edward was now in. The windowless room had a faint odour of cleaning products. To her right was a large rectangular box, big enough for her to lie down. In front of her, was a tall glass cubicle with a seat and helmet- like contraption with probes hanging off it. To her left, Hannah saw another door and a trolley bed, topped with a grey- plastic coated mattress. Her eyes fixed on the metal stirrups attached at the end and she backed towards the door.

"I, I... I have to go, I can't...."

"I'm sorry Hannah, but you signed the consent forms and therefore I am legally obliged and permitted to carry out these tests. If it's the internal examination you are concerned about, please don't be. I have a female nurse who will do those tests. I won't be present in the room."

The thought that he wouldn't be going near her in that way was a relief, but not enough to stop panic taking hold.

"I always start with the behaviour-based screenings first. We get a better reading before any physical tests are conducted. But first, Hannah I would like you to remove your clothing behind the green screen and put on that gown," he said pointing to the corner of the room.

Hannah walked behind the screen and frantically looked around her, trying to spy a camera or something suspicious. Not being able to find anything, she stripped over and pulled the gown over her head. Satisfied she was 'decent', she left the privacy of the screen and walked back into the centre of the room.

"Could you please take a seat?" The Professor opened the door to the glass cubicle and gestured for her to enter.

"Have you removed all of your jewellery and electronic devices? You can place them on the tray on that table there, if not."

"I don't own anything like that," she replied.

"No, I suppose you don't," he chuckled.

Hannah looked at the cubicle, there appeared to be no physical restraints inside, no lock on the door either. You can do this. She took a deep breath, entered and sat down.

"Professor, could I ask a favour?"

"Yes, of course, Hannah."

"As we go through the tests, could you please tell me what each one is for? I would feel better knowing."

"Hannah, you are a unique creature. I don't think I have known anyone to ask that question before. Yes, of course I will. I am delighted you are taking such a keen interest in my work. I think just maybe General Briggs is right about you after all."

Hannah looked over to the Professor who was now busying himself with what looked like a control panel on the small table next to the cubicle. Right about what she wondered? The Professor didn't elaborate further and approached her.

"So Hannah, the first thing I am going to do is place this headset on you." It fit snugly over her head, and he used sticky pads to attach a range of electrodes to her temples. He placed another large pad just beneath and to the left of her collar bone and then picked up her left index finger and placed a peg-like device onto it.

"The first test I shall do is Iris recognition. I'm going to pull this monitor down and I will ask you to sit very still. You will feel the attachments open up your eyes, nice and wide. Do you know, Hannah, that the texture on your Iris is determined randomly during an embryos' gestation? It is completely unique, just as your fingerprints are, but so much better protected."

Hannah shook her head.

"Try not to move Hannah please."

Another contraption lowered from the roof of the cubicle until it was in line with her eyes. Two tubes extended slowly and Hannah leant into the machine. She felt an uncomfortable stretching sensation as her upper and lower eyes where further separated. The machine gave off a low whirring noise and Hannah saw a flash and then a web of little blood vessels and veins on the back of her eye. She jumped as a puff of air blasted into her right eye.

"Sorry, Hannah, I forgot to warn you about that. I am just checking the pressure in your eye; it can help detect a number of disorders including Glaucoma. I will just do the other eye."

The puff of air came again and then the machine released its' grip on her eyes, moved backwards and then disappeared back up into the canopy of the cubicle.

"Now, Hannah, we shall begin the Behaviourmetric tests. I am going to assess the frontal lobe of your brain; in my opinion the most interesting part. It controls your higher mental functions; it allows you to plan and sequence, supress urges, moderate your behaviour, make judgements and even influences speech production. I like to call it the 'social' part. Now let us see how 'social' you are."

The Professor attached a small flat computer screen onto the door in front of Hannah. He turned it on and left, closing the door behind him.

"Hannah, in a moment you will see a random set of cards, each with a different images. I would like you to try and sort them please into groups. I cannot tell you how you should group them, but the computer will let you know when you get one wrong. Use your right index fingers to drag and move them the cards about. Okay, Hannah?"

Hannah nodded. Breathe she reminded herself. The screen lit up. On it was a host of cards each with a different colourful shape on it. Her hand went up to move the card, but she forced it down. Look, she instructed herself, what can you see? Instantly Hannah saw a pattern, a way to sort them. With her index finger flying over the screen she moved the cards into five different piles, all the time waiting for the computer to reprimand her.

"Incredible," The Professor exclaimed, making Hannah jump again. That is the fastest I have ever seen that test completed; now onto the next test."

Twenty minutes later, Hannah had moved and sorted more images and watched a fast slide show where she had to press a button whenever she felt an image to be 'unacceptable' to her. She had watched small dots fly around the screen, seen and sorted mirrored images. She rubbed at her eyes and was grateful when the Professor for letting her out of the cubicle to stretch her legs.

"You are doing exceptionally well, Hannah," the Professor said. "Now I would like you to come over to the scanner, please."

Hannah walked over and up three small steps. She carefully climbed into the box and lay down.

"Please try to lie as still as you can. You may feel a little claustrophobic in here when I lower the roof. This machine is going to do two things. Firstly, it will geometrically map your entire body and secondly I am going to take a look at your Amygdala. This is the part of your brain, Hannah that concerns your basic emotions, like fear for example."

Hannah would have laughed, had she not been so terrified. Fear, she thought, looks like my Amygdala has been working overtime lately!

The lid lowered and the pressure in the air around her seemed to increased, she felt a tingling in her extremities as the machine started up, doing whatever it was designed to do. The ceiling of the box was only inches above her nose. It now felt like a coffin. Shane. Thoughts of his grave jumped at her. He was now forever entombed in a coffin, her love for him also. Tears sprung forth and she lay silently crying, hoping nothing would appear on the Professor's monitors to give her away.

The lid opened and Hannah swiftly wiped her eyes on her sleeve.

"Interesting," came the curious reply from the Professor. Hannah barely heard him and wouldn't have cared even if she had.

"I am going to call the nurse in now, Hannah. She will take all of the routine tests, like blood, urine and others. She is also going to scan your reproductive organs. I will be outside waiting for you."

Hannah nodded and climbed back out of the scanner, as the Professor left the room.

Moments later the door opened again and a tall woman in green scrubs walked in.

"Hello, Hannah. I'm Nurse Miller, could you please take a seat over here."

Hannah followed her back to the corner table and sat. The nurse rifled through a small cabinet and pulled out a number of objects, all individually and aseptically wrapped. She undid the first packet and revealed a large stick with a small cotton tip.

"I am just going to take a swab of your mouth to collect some DNA material. Open wide please."

Hannah did so and the task was quickly completed. Then the Nurse cut off a small sample of Hannah's hair and placed it in a small plastic bag.

"Next, I am going to take some blood."

The nurse took the syringe out of its cellophane wrapper and injected it into Hannah's arm. She then attached a small glass vile to the end and Hannah winced as she saw it fill with red. A second vile was filled and Hannah was then left with a small cotton pad on the site and told to hold it there for a few moments and apply pressure.

"In a little while I will ask you to do a urine sample, but first I will do a pelvic scan. It works better when your bladder is full. Please come and lay down."

The nurse covered the grey plastic bed with green paper and Hannah climbed up.

"Place your feet in these stirrups. Yes, that's good. Now this may feel a little uncomfortable, but I need you to relax as much as you can."

Hannah had never in her life felt so exposed. It wasn't the fact that her lower regions were now open and in plain sight, it was the fact that her society would now know every inch of her body. They would be able to see and evaluate everything. Privacy was a word she would never truly know again.

The nurse took a long probe and placed a drop of clear fluid on the top.

"Relax, Hannah and take deep breaths."

Hannah did the breathing part, but there wasn't a hope in hell she could relax. The Nurse carefully inserted the probe and Hannah felt alternating pressure on both sides of her pelvis as her ovaries were scanned. The Nurse twiddled with a dial on the machine next to the bed and moved the probe again and then removed it.

"All done," she said.

Hannah removed her legs from the stirrups and shot off the bed.

"Here is a Urine testing pot. Could you just pop across the corridor and fill it for me?"

Hannah nodded, now desperate to relieve her bladder. She walked over to door and entered into the corridor. She walked across to the door with a toilet sign above it.

"No, I will not accept this," a shout came from further down the corridor. She recognised the voice immediately.

Two uniformed guards barged through the double doors on her left and ran past her.

"This is wrong. You have made a mistake. I demand a retest. Get off me, what are you doing? You can't manhandle me like this!"

Edward appeared in the corridor, flanked either side by the guards. He was repeatedly kicking them and trying to push them off.

"I said get off!"

Desperate to get inside the toilet she pulled at the handle but it wouldn't budge. Come on, she silently pleaded. It still wouldn't move.

"You," his voice screeched. "Always, you! What did you get, Hannah- Ninety-nine, one hundred? Hell, I bet you are probably the first to get over a hundred." His maniacal laugh and the look in his eyes flooded her with fear again. I wonder how my Amygdala is doing now?

The guards continued to drag Edward down the corridor and straight past Hannah.

"I hate you," he spat, "I hate you!" The three of them barged through the doors, back into the reception area and Hannah heard Edward continue to utter the same three words, over and over again, each time getting further away until she could no longer hear him at all.