Henrik Hanssen took a deep breath just before stepping into the reception area. He glanced over at the canteen, immediately noticing Jac Naylor deep in conversation with nurse Jonny Maconie. He had wanted to speak with her about her planned procedure later in the day involving the latest techniques from Japan, but he didn't particularly care to intrude on their conversation. Nurse Maconie seemed to be emotional and he didn't want to involve himself. Michael Spence was animatedly describing something to Ric Griffin as they waited in line to buy coffee. Michael had definitely learnt his lesson since the plastic surgery scandal, and Henrik had to admit that he did like the man, even if he was indescribably annoying at times. Michael had noticed him and nodded a greeting towards him. Henrik raised his hand in acknowledgment as he tried to avoid anyone else. Making his way to the lift, he realized how late he was. He had been sifting through his E-mails at home when he had noticed one from Maja, a former lover of his. It only contained two lines: Your son is in London. The words had made his blood run cold and he was not entirely sure how to react to them. He had spent the most part of his morning in a daze.

"Ah, Mr Hanssen," Serena Campbell greeted as the lift opened.

Henrik had to physically stop himself from groaning out loud. He was most definitely not in the mood for this woman. "Ms Campbell," he nodded, stepping into the lift beside her.

"Going up?" She asked cheerfully.

"Indeed," Henrik answered, stealing a glance in her direction as she pressed for the floor his office was located on. She looked somewhat tired. He realized she was probably taking strain since her mother's stroke. "How are you?" He heard himself say and immediately regretted it as she shot him a suspicious look.

"Fine," she nodded, taking in his slightly frazzled appearance. "Thank you. How are you?"

"Very well, thank you," he replied politely. Standing side by side, they both seemed to fall silent.

Serena tried to suppress a smile as she tried to ignore how awkward she suddenly felt. Almost like a school girl. "So," she tried to think of something to say, but her mind seemed to go blank.

"Yes?" Henrik turned to her.

She felt herself panic, desperately trying to think of something to say. "It's a cold day," she blurted out, feeling like kicking herself for the ridiculous comment.

"Yes, it is," he nodded, waiting for the lift to open on his floor. He hesitated at first, not knowing if she was getting out with him or not.

"I'm heading up to Kellar," she answered. She knew she was intelligent, but somehow the man seemed to turn her into a babbling idiot when he caught her off guard.

Henrik nodded and started heading down the corridor towards his office.

"Oh, actually," Serena called out from the lift, narrowly missing being knocked over by the closing lift doors as she jumped out. "There was something I meant to tell you."

"Yes, Ms Campbell?" Henrik spun around to face her.

"I received an E-mail a week ago from a University in Sweden. They were wondering if we were accepting any clinical placements and I agreed to it. They're sending their candidate over today and if all goes well with his placement, I'm hopeful we might accept him on a more permanent basis. By all accounts, he's the top of his class."

Henrik felt the blood drain out of his face. This couldn't possibly be the reason Maja had told him his son was in London?

Serena watched him for a moment. "Are you alright? You look a little pale."

"I'm fine," he muttered under his breath as he turned away from her intensive gaze, under the pretence of finding the keys to his office in his coat pocket.

"Well, what do you think?" She asked.

Henrik managed to locate his keys and unlock the door to his office before turning to look at her. "About what?"

"Uh, about what I've just been telling you," she smirked, straightening up.

"That's fine."

"Okay," she nodded, hesitating as she headed back to the lift. He looked ill. Perhaps the mighty Mr Hanssen was in fact like the rest of the mere mortals.

Henrik closed the door behind him, leaning back against it. He had never imagined seeing his son. He had always believed that he would not want to see him after he abandoned him all those years ago. The thought of seeing him brought back some memories of his life with Maja; he had been happy for the first time in his life. She had meant the world to him. But he had allowed his own personal fears and demons to destroy the one good thing he had ever had. There was not one day that went by that he did not think of his son. He would imagine what it would be like to rush home from work to help with homework and how it would feel to watch him grow. He felt he had sabotaged his own chance at happiness. He would not do so to his son.


Serena had finished her rounds on Kellar, checked up on Jac's progress with her patient on Darwin and even managed to assist Michael with a diagnosis on AAU before waiting impatiently near the canteen for the arrival of Fredrick – their placement student from Sweden. She had promised the dean of the Swedish university that she would take care of Fredrick. He was twenty four, but seemed to be a bit inexperienced. She could tell by how innocent he seemed over the phone. His English was excellent for the most part. The boy had obviously had a good education and his lecturers could not be more complimenting of him.

Serena sighed heavily, leaning against the nearby security desk. She did actually have to do and was tempted to get Antoine Malik to babysit him just as she noticed a taxi pull up and an incredibly tall young man get out. He had dark curly hair and a very intense look on his face. Serena waited for him to step inside before pouncing on him. "Fredrick?"

"Ms Campbell?" The boy smiled, reaching out his hand to greet her.

She was impressed. "How was your trip?" She asked, looking him over. He definitely did not seem like the average twenty four year old.

"It was very pleasant, thank you for asking."

Serena smiled warmly at him. "I'll show you where you can leave your things," she motioned towards the suitcase he was carrying. "And then I just about have enough time to give you a quick tour of the hospital before unleashing you on Michael Spence."

The boy gave her an odd look which told her he hadn't fully understood.

"When I say 'unleash', I mean I'll introduce you to Mr Spence," she smiled.

He nodded, smiling in understanding. "Will I be working in the Acute Admissions Unit throughout my placement?"

"No. I thought you might like to start there and gain experience on each ward. Perhaps in a week or two you'll move onto Kellar and then Darwin."

"I've read about the different wards at Holby," Fredrick said as he stepped into the lift with Serena. "They're fascinating. I would love to meet Professor Hope. I believe his work on the Hertzig device is . . . excellent," he tried to find the correct English word.

"We have a lot of impressive surgeons here at Holby," Serena smiled. The boy reminded her of someone, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. "Your professors seem to think the world of you."

Fredrick gave her a confused look.

"Oh," she smiled sheepishly. "I mean they . . . think you're very good."

"Thank you," he nodded.

"You'll have to do a good job here so that they continue to think so," Serena chuckled.

"Absolutely."

The lift opened and Serena led Fredrick out into the corridor towards her office. It would be a while until they allocated a staff locker for him, so she decided the quickest way would be to have him drop his things in her office. "You can leave your things here," Serena keyed in her passcode and pushed the door open. "I've requested a staff locker for you, but while we wait for one, you can use my office. If you need to get anything, just let me know and I'll let you in."

Fredrick dropped his suitcase and carefully hung his coat up.

"Ready for the grand tour?"

Fredrick nodded expectantly, his eyes wide with excitement. It was almost childlike.

"Follow me," she waited as he closed the door behind him. "This is Kellar ward," she held her hands up, watching as Fredrick looked around in awe. "Impressive, isn't it?"

Fredrick glanced back at her with a smile before turning back to look.

"Ms Campbell, have you seen Ms Naylor?" Henrik asked, reading through the top sheet of a folder as he approached her.

"She's in theatre on Darwin," Serena answered, turning to look at him.

"I thought she was prepping the patient for her Japanese procedure?"

"Oh that's right, that's today," Serena turned to Fredrick. "Fredrick, you might be interested to know that Ms Nayor is going to be attempting a pioneering procedure straight from Japan on a patient today. Perhaps, if you ask Mr Hanssen very nicely," she motioned towards Henrik. "He'll let you observe."

Henrik froze as he looked up from the folder. The young man was standing right in front of him, looking right at him. He seemed to lose the feeing in his arm and the loose papers from his folder flew out, spreading across the floor.

Fredrick quickly bent down to retrieve them while Serena glanced back at Henrik. "He doesn't have to observe," Serena smirked. "I just thought it would a good teaching . . ." she noticed the pale look on his face. "Are you okay? You look like you've just seen a ghost."

"He has," Fredrick answered, holding the papers in his hand, his innocent face suddenly angry.