Shelagh was a ball of nervous energy. Well, maybe more excited than nervous. She'd waited so long before saying anything to Patrick, even though she'd had her suspicions for nearly 2 months. She had been lucky in getting that blood test sent off without him noticing. Things were so busy at the surgery that Patrick hadn't even looked at the files he was signing anymore, he trusted his wife as his secretary and signed off on whatever she told him to. Yesterday, when the results finally came back, it took all her self control not to burst into his office and tell him. But she'd wanted to catch him off guard, especially after being told it wasn't possible.

"Alright, young lady. You be good for Mrs Penny while Mummy and Daddy are at clinic." Shelagh said in a lighthearted tone as she picked up her daughter, now over a year old and toddling around the flat as though she needed to constantly explore her domain. After a kiss, hug and gentle reminder that Angela not pull on Mummy's hat, Shelagh placed her back in the playpen and headed for the door, thanking Mrs Penny on her way out.

As she stepped outside, she realized her husband had been right about the chill in the air. The community centre wasn't terribly far, but she would probably be part frozen by the time she got there.

"He's already left the office, I hope. So there's no point in calling him to get me." Shelagh sighed as she started walking up the street, stopping as she noticed her son's bike leant up against the side of the flat. It had been so long since she'd ridden, but knew that the ride by bicycle would be significantly shorter than on foot. "Tim won't mind, he's got club after school anyway. It would be too dark to ride by the time he gets home." She reasoned to herself as she kicked the stand off the ground and mounted the bike.

After wobbling for the first few moments, Shelagh found it easy to regress into old patterns. She'd ridden a bike like this day after day, miles upon miles, for over 10 years. She headed off in the direction of the community center, practically giddy at the thought that her husband now knew her secret. She couldn't wait to see him, and more importantly, feel him wrap his arms around her and kiss her with the excitement.

As she got closer to the docks, she noticed Sergeant Noakes up ahead, directing traffic. Or trying to, at least. Shelagh slowed her pace to accommodate the pedestrians and automobiles, and shot him a friendly wave which he returned. Seconds later, he screamed out "Mrs Turner!".

But it was too late, the car had done its damage. There was no time to react as the car pulled away from the halted line ahead of him and tried to speed his way around them, colliding with her. Shelagh was thrown from the bicycle, hitting her head on the cobblestone pavement as her tiny body landed with a thud. The wheel of Tim's bike still spinning, even though it had been crushed to practically nothing but a lump of metal.

Shelagh wasn't fully conscious, but was semi-aware of what was happening around her. Sergeant Noakes was holding her hand and yelling for one of his officers to phone an ambulance.

"Mrs Turner? ...Shelagh? Don't worry, I'm here. I'm going to get you taken care of, I promise." Passersby we're starting to crowd around her and the car that had done this. The last thing she heard before slipping out of consciousness was 'Somebody call Doctor Turner. And get Sister Julienne.'