MIKE

"Mr. Hannigan you have a phone call."

"Thank you Melinda, I'll take it in my office." I replied.

I barely gotten my standard Hello this is Mike Hannigan before I was interrupted by my wife's frantic voice.

"Mike! I'm in labor, at the hospital. This is happening now. Come"

I don't think I even hung up the phone. I just grabbed my jacket and ran out the door. Luckily the elevator was empty. I ran through the parking lot of Larson and Gilford, the law company that I have worked for, the past couple of years. Phoebe and I followed Chandler and Monica's example a year back and decided to move out of the city. In fact we lived three streets down. We wanted to be close to our friends, and we were anxious to start our own family.

Today was that day. I jumped into my red Prius and flew out of the parking lot. It was late, and dark. I had hoped that the baby would come this weekend, when my parents would be back from Hawaii.

My cell phone starting ringing, it was Phoebe. She must be frantic. I reached into my pocket to get my phone. I looked up just in time to see the dog in the middle of the road. I swerved, Phoebe would be so upset if I killed a dog. Too bad I didn't see the telephone pole before it was too late.

I heard a loud BOOM, CRASH. Then came darkness.