Sally sat in the hospital waiting room, her eyes sore with crying, but her mind still not tired of repeating what had just happened. Doctors continued to run in and out of the different wards, frantic and stressed with the amount of injuries coming through the hospital doors. The tram crash on Coronation Street had caused so much chaos and death. Sally couldn't believe it, but it wasn't just the street that had been destroyed. Sally's whole world was falling apart.

Just then, Kevin burst through the doors, looking panicked. Sally looked up to see him and looked away again, holding back the sensation to be physically sick. She couldn't bear to look at him.

"Sal!" He rushed forward and wrapped his arms around his wife. She did not hug him back. She pulled away slightly and shrugged him off, giving Kevin a very clear signal. He back off and looked at her curiously. Her gaze was distant and her mind was working over-time.

She looked up at him. "So… did you come here to find me?"

"Of course I did! The girls told me that you were here, but they didn't say why."

"The girls… our girls… your girls..." She repeated it, analysing the sound of it.

"Yes… Why are you here? What's happened? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm still alive."

Kevin took a seat next to his wife, who was acting peculiarly. She moved over a little, but enough for him to notice.

"So who are you here with?" Kevin asked.

"I came to get my arm looked at." She rolled up her sleeve to show a bandage wrapped around her lower arm. "I cut it as I was going into the corner shop."

Kevin's jaw dropped. "The corner shop?"

Sally looked at him, detecting the nerves in his voice. "Yeah… The one that the tram crushed… and the one that Molly and baby Jack were trapped in… I asked to go in and keep her company."

Kevin's heart began pounding. "Is she okay?"

Sally looked deeper into his eyes. He was losing his cool. She took that opportunity with both hands and replied. "She's dead, Kevin…"

Kevin's tense posture relaxed slightly. "Oh, right. That's a shame…"

"Yes… it is a shame… don't you want to know about the baby?"

"Oh, yeah, ehm…. How is he?"

"He's alive. He's lucky, shame he lost his mummy… but he still has his Daddy." She glared at him as she said this. He tried to avoid her eyes.

"Well, we can't go back to the house right now." He changed the subject. "The power on the street is out and they're keeping everyone out until they know it's safe."

"She was talking to me before she died, you know."

"Really?" The nerves were back.

"She looked so… alive… those big blue eyes always twinkling… looking up at me… So young… So pretty…" Sally looked at him. "Did you think Molly was pretty Kevin?"

Kevin gulped and took a breath to settle his shaky voice. "Uhm… yeah, she was pretty… Right! We better go back to the girls, Rosie's worried sick."

"You're worried about Rosie? She's fine. What about your other baby?"

"Who, Sophie? Of course I'm thinking about her."

"No, not even Sophie… Your son Kevin." Sally hissed at him.

Kevin froze, staring at her blankly.

"Your son, Kevin! That little baby that is lying in this hospital somewhere! Why don't you go find him and make sure he's fine!"

"What did she tell you?"

"What did she tell me? Is that all you can say?" Sally jumped up and slapped his face harder than she had ever hit anything in her life. "She told me that you were the father of that baby, that's what!"

"Sally, I swear, she was lying!" He stood up and put his hands on her shoulders.

Sally pulled away and looked at him in disgust. "Why would a dying woman make up such a thing?"

"She weren't thinking straight, that's why!"

"She knew she had to hold onto that baby for dear life as the building collapsed on her, and then she knew that she was dying as soon as she saw all that blood on the floor, if you ask me, that's thinking straight!" Sally was furious.

"Why would I do that, Sally?"

"You tell me…"

Kevin slumped down into the seat, placing his head in his hands.

"It was a mistake, Sal…"

"Oh! He admits it at last!"

"It was a moment of weakness!"

"Well that's one hell of a moment if you made a child during it!"

"C'mon Sal, she's a 20 year old girl and I'm in my 40s. How could I say no?"

"Because you're married you heartless monster!"

"Our marriage was going stale, even you know that!"

"But you work round it and help each other to get through it! You don't impregnate the nearest girl!"

"It wasn't like that!"

"Well then what was it like?"

Kevin turned round and faced the wall. He couldn't look at his wife. He felt guilty, but afraid of her fury.

"Well if you won't tell me anything I guess I'll never know how far things went!"

Suddenly, the doors flew open and a nurse ran in. And saw the couple looking rather upset about something. She stopped herself from coming in any closer and said timidly, "Is there a Sally Webster here?"

Sally looked at her, "Yes."

The nurse looked at a sheet of paper on her clipboard. "You're wanted in room B-46."

"Why, who is it?"

The nurse looked at the clipboard again, "Molly Dobbs." And then she was off in a hurry to finish her duties.

Sally stared into space in horror and disbelief.

Kevin turned around, just as confused. "You told me she was dead!"

"I watched the life drain out of her eyes… How the hell is that tart still alive!"

"Well you better go see what she wants."

"Well I know what she'll want from you!" She headed for the door and turned around, "Child support!" And she slammed it behind her, leaving Kevin alone and shocked by all that happened that night.