Leah found that her mind was still racing with the possibility of her sister being alive when she woke up the next morning from a dream that saw her meeting Roxanna face to face, and finding herself waking from it with tears on her face. "This is ridiculous," she muttered as she swung her legs off the bed so that she could stand and stretch. Then she went into the bathroom and washed her face clean of the traces of her tears before shrugging into her robe and making her way out to the kitchen. Since she was off that day, she knew that she didn't have to worry about taking a shower just yet, and she made herself some toast before sitting heavily at the table, staring at nothing as she ate and ruminated.

Finally she knew that she had to do something about these thoughts running through her head, and the only outlet would be the person who truly cared for Roxanna the most – Henrik Hanssen. After putting her dish in the sink to wash later with her lunch ones, she brewed herself a cup of tea and then went into the living room, plopping down onto the corner of her sofa and setting the mug on the end table before picking her phone up and scrolling through her contacts until she reached Hanssen's name and pressed it before she could second guess herself.

It took a moment for him to answer, and that made her wonder what time it was, and if she had called before it was professionally appropriate. Pulling the phone away from her ear, she was relieved to see that it was after nine, and unless he was in surgery, the call should connect in his office shortly. Finally, she heard it connect, and a little sigh of relief left her lips as she listened to the gruff sound of his voice as he answered. "Henrik Hanssen here."

"Mister Hanssen! I hope that you don't mind my forwardness in calling you so early in the morning. I just, I had some questions that I think only you can answer, since you seem to be the most forthcoming whenever I ask anything. Not that anyone is trying to keep things from me, but I trust you to be honest with me."

"I'm glad that you feel that way, Ms Faulkner. Are you on shift today?"

"No, which is why I called, since I wanted to discuss a few things with you sooner rather than later." She took a sip of her tea in order to calm her roiling stomach, feeling like she was going to lose her breakfast at any moment over her nerves. "I know, that with Lana coming to Holby, things have changed, and I overheard Nurse de Luca mention something about how it would have been better if Roxanna was still around to treat her. She was working with Professor Gaskell, yes?"

There was a short pause, and Leah wondered if she had stepped over the line with her question. But then she heard him draw in a short breath before he began to answer her. "She did, and they were making some good work before her paranoia that something was inherently wrong with the trial got the better of her. If she had lived, perhaps we could have worked through that, but unfortunately, that was not to be."

The words about her supposition fluttered at her lips, but Leah knew that he would just brush them off, considering her to be as paranoid as her sister. And in that moment, she shivered, thinking about just how sinister Gaskell had to be if he was keeping her sister locked up somewhere, away from the ones who truly loved her. Knowing what she had to ask next, Leah curled her fingers around her mug and breathed in the scent to calm her nerves. "How did Roxanna pass, again? I know you said that Meena hit her with her car, but that didn't sound like she died instantly."

"She didn't. She passed only a week before you started with us, Ms Faulkner. John did his best to save her, but his best wasn't good enough, and I was the one who lost out."

There was something so broken in his voice that Leah felt her heart lurch in her chest as she nodded. "Oh, I didn't realise that it was such a short time," she finally murmured, knowing that Hanssen would never have opened up to her quite so fully if she had been sitting in front of him. There was a safety in being separated by the miles that had allowed him to open up to her in that moment.

"Yes. It was a reason that I had to do a double take when I saw the headshot attached to your CV. You look so much like her. I promise, you were hired based on your merits, not sentimentality."

"I would never expect anything less," she quickly replied, knowing that he was trying to make her feel like she was a wanted member of the staff. "And that leads to my second question, which might be a little forward. Would it be possible to transfer to Keller earlier than planned? I just seem to be at sixes and sevens with Ms Campbell, and I feel like I need a bit of a new start. I understand if that's not feasible, but I want to continue my career at Holby General, and I know that making that change would be for the best in my career."

There was another long pause, and she tried to steel herself for rejection. "I'll need you to finish out your rota on AAU, but starting with the next one, I will see that you are on Keller. And when I have some free afternoons, I'll come down and work with you. After all, that is why you're requesting the transfer, is it not?"

Leah felt her cheeks pinken as she let her head thump back against the sofa. "Yes," she replied, knowing that he would expect complete honesty from her in all things, since he seemed to follow that same sort of path. "Well, you and Mister Levy." He chuckled a little, and she smiled as she stared up at the ceiling. "Thanks for taking my call, sir."

"My door is always open to my staff, Ms Faulkner. Enjoy the rest of your day off."

"I'll try," she replied before disconnecting the call and tossing her phone back onto the end table, listening to it ping against the lamp as she sat up and sipped from her mug once more. That had gone better than she had thought, and she was hoping that Hanssen hadn't caught on to who she truly was. Though given the way he had talked about her uncanny likeness to her sister, Leah had to think that he didn't have a clue as to her true origins. Nor did he have a clue as to who John Gaskell really was, since he was more than certain that the man had done everything in his power to save Roxanna. Since she knew that that was a lie, she knew that she would have to change his perspective on the man somehow. And she didn't have the slightest clue as to how she would go about doing that without upsetting the careful balance that she had going on at the current moment. Until she found out more on Gaskell, and could give solid proof to Hanssen, the only thing she could do would be to keep an eye on Gaskell and try to put the pieces together as best she could.