A Christmas story.

A woman walked through the night and the blizzard clutching a bundle of blankets to her chest.

The woman had escaped from prison and had given birth in a dark, abandoned alley in the Under City of New New New New York. She had struggled through her labour trying to make it to the derelict hospital only a few minutes away from the alley but she collapsed in pain. The baby was coming and she didn't have any time. She had braced herself against a hard brick wall and had given birth without help or comfort. She panted and screamed and cried for help but she knew no help would come. She had cut the umbilical cord with a tiny knife she had in her pocket, her child screamed as she cut severed their connection to each other. She wrapped the child up in her coat, without looking to see whether she had a son or daughter. The woman slumped against the wall her child laying on the ground before her, screaming with their new lungs and new breathes. The child had come into the world screaming, crying and holding their hand out to their mother. The child had been born in the dark and the cold in the abandoned alley. The woman observed her child and regarded with an absence of affection. Affection was too precious to be wasted on a nameless, fatherless child. The mother stood up and took her child in her arms, she stumbled on till she reached the hospital, she stalked corridors till she round an old rusted cot with a dusty old blanket. She shook the blanket to get rid of the dust and wrapped her baby in it. The woman lay the child down in the rusted cot and sat on the filthy floor beside the child who was sleeping. She made her decision then.

The woman carried on her head down and child crying. She walked down a snowy narrow lane. She stopped outside a large building, a port in the storm, with a sign reading:

Haven's Orphanage

For Children Who Need Protection

Protected By The TORCHWOOD Institute

Her child certainly needed protection. The woman lay her child down on the doorstep and sat down and scribbled a note with her name and why she was leaving the baby with them. She rang the bell and ran away into the snow. Her tears freezing on her cheeks as she hid behind her nearby tree and watched the door of the orphanage open and her screaming child be taken in from the cold. Once the door was closed, the woman disappeared.

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