You know that feeling you get when you see someone you have an attraction for and your heart leaps in your chest as though it has to stand to attention? That's what happened when Patsy heard her voice and it happened again when they made eye contact.

"Delia?" She repeated standing up, "you're back?"

Delia shifted uncomfortably from one foot to another, "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

Patsy once again felt her heart sink, "you still don't remember me?" She whispered.

Delia wracked her brain for a few seconds until a lightbulb went off in her brain, "yes! I remember you now," Patsy felt as though the room went lighter, "you're the girl that visited me in the hospital."

Patsy's heart went from in her chest to her stomach and is now firmly planted near her kidneys. "Yes." She smiled sadly, "I did, but we were friends before that, don't you remember?"

Delia shook her head, "I'm sorry, erm...?"

"Patsy." She took one last look at Delia before half walking, half running out of the corridor and into the street.

'Do not cry, do not cry.' Patsy repeated to herself on a loop. 'I've cried too many times over Delia, I can't go back into the same upset state I was two years ago.' She was furiously wiping away tears that had the arrogance to escape her eyes.

She entered Nonnatus within record time and ran up into her room before slamming the door and pacing up and down her room trying to calm herself down. One thing Patsy never expected was Delia to come back, especially with no memories to speak of.

Sitting on the edge of the bed she began to steady her breathing before sorting herself out and making herself look presentable. She's so good at facades, at wearing a mask when needed, if she had the desire to be an actress, she'd win an Academy Award.

Trixie took that moment to burst through the room with her head down and when she finally looked up, she jumped out of her skin at the sight of Patsy, "oh, good lord!" She shouted.

"That's hurt my ego." Patsy laughed.

Trixie squeezed her shoulder and walked to her wardrobe, "I didn't expect you to be there, but I have some good news." She turned to Patsy with a large grin on her face, "that man you met yesterday, he bumped into Barbara again and asked her to the movies!" Trixie squealed.

Patsy smiled, "really? Did she actually talk to him?"

"No, Sister Winifred was with her and she accepted on Barbara's behalf, apparently she entered a dream like state whilst drooling over the poor guy." Trixie once again rummaged her wardrobe, "and to get ready for the occasion tonight, I'm allowing her to use one of my dresses."

Patsy lay down on her bed, "and why can't she wear her own?"

"Because she dresses like a small child, she need to look sophisticated and attractive as opposed to looking like she's on a day out with her father."

Half past eight had come rather quickly in Barbara's eyes, Trixie and Patsy were in charge of appearance and etiquette.

"I've shuffled a few things around and I have good news," Trixie beamed, "both me and Patsy can accompany you tonight."

Patsy looked down at her pyjamas before looking at Trixie with one eyebrow raised, "we can?"

Trixie ushered Barbara out of the room, "yes, now get changed." She said before leaving the room herself.

The man Barbara had arranged to meet was waiting patiently in the hall before Barbara had joined him, "'ello." He smiled.

"H... Hi." She squeaked.

Trixie rolled her eyes, "hello, I'm Trixie."

"Bastian," he pointed at himself, "Bastian Müller."

"Pleasure."

Patsy joined them a few minutes later, "I can't believe you told me to come ten minutes before we'd have to leave. If it wasn't for the fact that I really want to go to the movies, I'd be in bed right now."

Bastian and Barbara walked in front and Patsy and Trixie walked a few paces behind them, "what was that before, by the way?" Trixie asked.

"What do you mean?"

"'You're not a hetro sapien, you're a homo sapien?'"

Patsy felt heat go to her cheeks and plastered on an embarrassed smile, "I wanted to say something sassy and it was the first thing that came into my head. Looking back on it, I do regret it."

They both shared a small giggle before Trixie linked their arms. At the movie theatre Bastian had paid for all of them including popcorn and drinks. Patsy waited in the foyer outside the toilets for the rest of her small group when a voice spoke up, "Patsy?"

Patsy knew that voice, the same voice that destroyed her only a few hours earlier, "Hello, Delia." She smiled.

"Are you here to watch the new Carry On film?" She smiled politely, not knowing the horrible pain it created in Patsy's chest.

"Yes," she smiled, "I'm here with Trixie, Barbara and Barbara's potential husband, Bastian."

Delia laughed, "potential husband?"

"Yes, she only met him yesterday, but he's already 'the one'." They both laughed together, "who are you here with?"

"A few doctors and nurses, apparently we used to go to the movie theatre once a month together."

Patsy nodded, "yeah, you did, you used to spoil the plots and endings of the films for me."

Delia looked at her feet, "maybe we could do something like this? That way I won't spoil the ending and I could get to know you again."

Patsy stared slightly open mouthed at her, "one second," she bit her finger, "ouch, yes, definitely not dreaming." She laughed, heart racing in her throat, "meet me at Nonnatus whenever you want to go."

Delia looked confused, "I don't know where that is."

"The community centre?"

"Ah, yes, I know where that is, I pass it all the time going to work."

"Meet me there on Thursday and I'll take you to Nonnatus." Patsy gave her a flirtatious smile before the rest of her gang joined her.

"I will." Delia smiled, walking away.

Trixie stared at the back of her head, "she's back?"

Patsy couldn't contain the grin that had set up shop on her face as she replied, "yes," she bit her lip, "she doesn't remember me though, back to square one."

Bastian got them the perfect seats in the theatre, not too far back and not too far towards the front. Patsy looked around every few seconds trying to spot Delia, it was hard enough with the theatre being completely full, the darkness didn't help.

"Don't worry, I don't think the police will find you in here." Trixie whispered, giggling.

Patsy looked at her, confused, "hmm?"

"You're looking sketchy, as if you've murdered someone and are hiding out in here." She winked and Patsy laughed, which was met with several 'shhh's.

Two days and four deliveries passed Patsy by and Thursday approached. The last time she felt this excited was back in 1960, once again including Delia and living together. The night before consisted of tossing and turning under her quilt covers until she finally gave up and made herself a coffee in the kitchen.

She allowed herself to think back to the conversation she and Delia had at the movie theatre. The sparkle in her eye was back, it seemed to shine brighter than she could remember. Her dimples were Patsy's favourite part of her, they highlighted the beauty of her face.

She heard the front door open and close before Nurse Crane showed her face, "up so early, Nurse Mount?" She asked before putting her equipment away and sitting with Patsy.

"I couldn't sleep," Patsy smiled, "I've given up, I lived off pure caffeine for two weeks straight when I was on male surgical."

"Let's hope you can stay awake during clinic hours." Nurse Crane flashed Patsy a genuine smile, which was returned.

"I will, don't worry. How was the birth?" Patsy took another few gulps.

"Tragic, actually, poor little chap only had one arm. It's the tenth case in the past three years, something's happening to these mothers and we need to find out what."

"That must have been an awful experience for you." Patsy reached across and squeezed her hand.

"Yes," she sighed, "but I should go get a few hours rest, we have to be up in three hours time, goodnight, dear."

"Goodnight."

Patsy kept herself busy during the clinic hours, helping where she could and sharing small jokes with Trixie whilst staring at the door, waiting for them to open revealing Delia. Two hours had passed and there was still no sign of her, Patsy started to doubt whether or not she had told Delia where to go. What if she thought she said the community centre, but didn't actually say it out loud?

"Hello, Patsy." A Welsh voice behind her greeted.

Patsy jumped slightly before turning around and flashing a beaming smile towards the owner, "you need to stop sneaking up on me, one of these days I could have a heart attack."

"That's fine, I'm a nurse, I know what to do in that situation." Delia smiled, the type of smile that completely melted Patsy's heart and made her weak at the knees.

"Nurse Busby," Sister Julienne came over to them, "so glad to see that you're okay and back."

Delia kept her smile, "thank you, glad to be back. I don't mean to be rude, but I suffered memory loss, could I trouble you for a clue?"

"Of course, I apologise, Sister Julienne of Nonnatus house." They both shook hands before Sister Julienne went back to her previous position.

"You should get back to work, I'll wait for you outside." Delia smiled before walking out leaving Patsy grinning like a love sick idiot at her retreating figure.