The woman awoke to find herself tangled up in what appeared to be thin, scratchy, threadbare bedsheets. Her head was pounding, but somehow it felt like she was finally able to think rationally, coherently for the first time in...
How long had it been?
And WHAT had it been? A dream? A nightmare? A hallucination?
She propped herself up in the hard bed and her eyes widened in relief as she saw her husband waking up in a bed just across from her own. But something was still missing. No, not something, someONE.
Her heart started racing in terror as realization dawned on her.
"Frank, where's the baby? We have to go find the baby, we have to find him!" She cried as she scrambled out of the bed, clutching her chest in fear.
"Don't worry, love," Frank said gallantly, getting out of bed to go comfort his wife. "It'll be okay, we'll find him - together."
And with that, the newly sane, if slightly confused, Alice and Frank Longbottom marched out of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries hand in hand, all the Healers too preoccupied with the violent murder of the Minister for Magic to notice two of their permanent residents escaping into the apocalyptic, plague infected inferno that was Muggle London.