It turned out Gordon wasn't available at lunch time after all. According to Lizzie, he was in theatre, in what was looking to be a lengthy operation on a man who had fallen through his roof.

So Jill was left to have lunch alone. Though the cards could have waited until later, she decided to start on them, the hope that they might lead to a clue was too strong to put off for any longer. She took the cards out of her desk drawer, tearing the envelopes open with some trepidation, but also hope. The first card was from her old neighbour but she put it aside, resolving to reply and explain the mistake. The second card bore a name she didn't recognise.

"Ian Holbert." She whispered the name; as if saying it aloud would conjure anything in her memory. It didn't. The third card from the same, this time from a Toby Fitzgerald.

She immediately made her way to reception, taking the cards with her. She found Toby Fitzgerald easily enough. He was one of Gordon's patients and a look at the last entry in his file, made in her husband's familiar handwriting, told her that Mr Fitzgerald hadn't been to see him for nearly five years.

A search under Holbert and under Graham revealed no Ian or Hannah. It was entirely possible they weren't patients but she decided to ask Lizzie; it wouldn't be the first time she'd filed something in a totally inconceivable manner.

"I haven't heard of him but Hannah Graham is in with the Sutcliffe's doctor!" Lizzie explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. She opened the drawer marked 'S' and immediately pulled out the file in question. She handed it to Jill.

"Right... Thank you Lizzie. Erm can I ask why?"

"She got married you see. She used to be a Sutcliffe, now she's Graham. I keep her under Sutcliffe so I know where she is."

"Right..." Lizzie's logic was baffling. She quickly flicked through the file, replaced it and turned away, about to make her way to her office when Lizzie called to her.

"I almost forgot! I think it's a card, it's somewhere in here... Dropped off for you earlier."

"Did you recognise who gave it to you?" Jill immediately asked. She was becoming edgy, a mixture of hope that there may be a description of the man, and fear that he'd been in the hospital, so near Gordon.

"No, sorry doctor." She spent another few seconds rummaging around before pulling out the card with a triumphant exclamation. "Here it is!"

"Thanks." She took it off Lizzie tore open the envelope shakily. A glance at the name sparked nothing in her memory. She turned her attention to the receptionist, reattaining her attention. "What did this person look like Lizzie?"

"It was a he. But I can't remember. It's been manic here this morning! Patients here there and everywhere. And Ken and Alun on top of that-" She immediately cut herself off, looking guilty as if she'd been about to reveal something she shouldn't. But Jill wasn't interested. She thanked Lizzie quietly before walking to her office, glancing up the corridor on the way in the vain hope that Gordon was coming towards her. She had two names, two possible clues to ending their nightmare, to keeping Gordon safe.

A knock on the door came as a welcome interruption to the mountain of paperwork Jill was trawling through, even more welcome as her husband entered her office. He closed the door and lowered himself in the seat she indicated, kissing her cheek as he did so. She finished the sentence she was writing, replaced the cap on her fountain pen and laid it down. She turned to face him fully. It was the first time she had chance to speak to him since that morning, aside from brief smiles and greetings between patients, there had been no time. Gordon came back from the accident and straight into casualty whilst Jill saw a few of his patients, they he joined them in evening surgery, by which time they were running late.

"Sorry I wasn't available at lunchtime love. Do you want to go through the cards now?"

"I've already done it. Lizzie helped. Her filing system does baffle me sometimes."

Gordon returned her knowing grin. He hated to think what would happen if Lizzie should leave; her poor replacement would have to spend the first few months rearranging the filing cabinets.

"There are two possibilities." Jill continued. "Ian Holbert, and Jane Kerry. Her card was dropped off here by a man."

"I don't recognise his name, but Jane Kerry rings a bell. I can't think why though. What about the other one we had this morning? Hannah Graham?"

"One of Jeff's patients. Though she's only seen him once so I don't know why she sent a card. She used to be Sutcliffe though if that's any help."

"Hannah Sutcliffe... Oh of course! Hannah!"

Whilst Gordon's expression turned to one of realisation, Jill merely stared at him, perplexed, when he didn't elaborate. "And she is...?" She eventually had to ask.

"A friend I met whilst at university. We dated for a while but she had to move away. So she's actually in Elsinby?"

"It seems so." She nodded.

"Under the circumstances I think I had better go and see her to explain. I'll go this evening."

"Alright but don't be too long eh. I thought we could spend one last quiet evening together before the children come back."

"That sounds like something to look forward to." He rose and leant down, placing his lips on hers in a gentle kiss. "I'll get going, make that evening last as long as possible." He kissed her again, this one lingering, his effort to leave quickly obviously not what he wanted to happen. Eventually he pulled back, and left her with one final kiss to her forehead.

She stared after him with a smile lingering on her lips. She still had to inform the police of the cards, and phone the local paper to correct the mistake, but decided to leave them until the morning. She was determined to try and forget about it all for the evening and just enjoy the company of her husband. Aside from that, with Gordon going to collect the children the following day, she knew she would need as many tasks to occupy her time as possible over the weekend, until he was home and safe.