I had the beginnings of this written in my head after a batch of hideous nightmares last week, but no end. Monday's news provided the end, but not one I had ever hoped of writing. It is the one way my brain can process it.

All recogniseable characters/locations belong to the BBC not to me.


THE PROMISE

It's black, you know you're frightened but you can't work out why.

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The darkness disintegrates but now you know why you are frightened; you start to run. Someone is after you.

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Suddenly you come across a building, it seems familiar but you don't know it.

You rush towards it and the double doors open to welcome you. It's a hospital you realise as you run in through the reception area. It's empty except for a lone girl in knee high white socks and a brown and orange polyester dress.

There's music someone's singing; the radio must be on. But it's a child's voice, it's the girl in the dress but her voice is sinister, mocking; she's singing something you recognise. It's something off the TV, you can't hear it properly.

TICK TOCK GOES THE CLOCK EVEN FOR THE DOCTOR

You spin around to face the doors. Whoever/ whatever is following you; can't get in. With absolute certainty you know they are stuck beyond the doors; they can't get to you now.

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A nurse appears in front of you.

"We've been expecting you," she smiles, but her smile is not comforting. Her dress is old fashioned all starched caps and aprons like something out of the 1950's. You look around and make to run again. Something isn't right. The fear you have looking at the nurse is doubled now.

Someone else joins her, their faces leer over you, florid, ugly they open their mouths to smile but they look like they're ready to devour you. They seem familiar too, but you can't place their monstrous faces.

"I don't belong here!" you scream.

"Now now, no need to make a fuss, of course you do dear. You can feel the pain can't you?"

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You let out a scream suddenly aware of a sharp pain across your belly. How had you not noticed it before? It took your breath away made you lose focus on everything other than the pain ripping through you and the need to keep breathing.

"What's happening?" you cry when the pain finally subsides.

Another figure joins the group, he's dressed for surgery.

"Ah here's the patient," he says.

"NO!" you scream. "There's nothing wrong with me," but the pain suddenly rocks you again and they make towards you. You look into the eyes of the surgeon and realise it's Mumford.

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Suddenly you're on a bed, your hands are strapped to the sides and Mumford stares down on you from across an expanse of green surgical sheets.

"What are you doing?" you cry again.

"Delivering your baby of course, why else are you here? Look at your stomach."

The surgical sheet is lifted to reveal a grossly distended stomach that doesn't seem to belong to you, and certainly wasn't there a moment ago.

You look up again, and the faces of the nurses have changed and now at the foot of your bed are some of your ex's. They stare intently and one lifts a finger and points it at you. You feel exposed, humiliated, terrified.

"Get out of here!" you scream.

"We'll just pop this on so we can hear baby," the 50's nurse says and straps a very modern piece of equipment to you that immediately starts beeping.

"What baby?" you cry.

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BEEP BEEP

"Any minute now!" the nurse calls cheerily.

"BUT I'M NOT…." You begin.

"NO need to scream," says the other nurse and grabs at something beneath the sheet.

The surgeon leers over at her but this time he has the face of DI Sage, his grin sickly and white. Curiously your brain notices that he still has all of his head.

"Thanks," he smiles with that boyish charm, takes something from the nurse and hurries from the room.

"BRING MY BABY BACK!" you scream, breathless with pain and anger.

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BEEP BEEP

"Get this thing off me," you struggle with the wires of the machine. You know you weren't pregnant, know it with utter conviction but those monsters have stolen something, stolen something and it was something of yours.

The nurses come towards you, brandishing a syringe. You try and catch your breath but the speed with which your chest is moving and the fear overwhelming you is making it impossible.

They step closer.

You pant, mustering all the strength you have left and shout.

"HARRY!"