It had been five days. Five days. Angelica, sitting on her bed, staring out her window, did not know the significance of this day. As far as she was concerned, she was adjusting to life alone again. And even harder, life as a mother. She only really thought about three things these days. 1: The baby. 2: how she might even begin to cope. 3: Jack. Without really thinking about it a hand slip down and rested on the gentle swell at her core. "He's out there somewhere you know." She said to her baby. "Your father. I'm sorry he isn't here. Its my fault. I grew up without a father and I hated it, its not something I would ever want for you. Im sorry" She sighed again. She often talked to her unborn child. It made her feel less alone. It made her realise she wasn't. She looked up and out of the window again, the rain was beginning and she looked towards the beach. Something caught her eye, two figures, walking across the sand, in the direction of the house. What caught her eye more than the two, was the manner in which one, the taller of the two was walking. She knew that walk. It couldn't be. NO. Your imagining it, she kept telling herself its, not, him. But he gradually came into view. A red bandana, black lined eyes, long jacket, dreadlocked hair. "JACK!" She let loose out of her lungs at top volume, she bulleted down the stairs to the door. "Angelica!" Elizabeth exclaimed, running after her. Angelica went as fast as she had, possibly in her life, she didn't know, however, if she would hug him, slap him, kiss him or try and wring his neck.