Jackie flipped through the folio of music again, enjoying the look of the notes dipping down and up, creating the beautiful songs she loved to sing.

The pianist was late, and everyone was sitting around chatting and trying to wake up, cups of coffee seated in front of each pair of exhausted eyes. Jackie had been tired lately, falling asleep at seven or earlier. But she never complained, because she was ecstatic at the prospect of this child. She was going to announce to the cast today that she was leaving.

"Okay, guys!" Robert called. "Let's get this party started!" The pianist had arrived, citing delayed subways as his excuse.

Jackie reached for her coffee and took a sip. The stagehands pushed out an enormous staircase as part of the props. Jackie was directed to go to the top. They were beginning to rehearse the ballroom scene.

Jackie walked down slowly several times, but each time the producers had to make adjustments.

The fifth time she started down again, the crew was watching, having finally approved the staircase as being stable. Jackie wasn't paying much attention, being slightly bored by the repetition. Her foot missed a step, and she came crashing down the stairs.

She hit the floor with a terrible thump and groaned. Suddenly she felt a warm sensation on her thighs and looked down at her legs. Blood was streaming down, and her skirt was soaked.

Jackie started to scream. She didn't want to believe what was happening. "Call an ambulance!" someone yelled.

The next few minutes were a blur as Jackie was loaded into an ambulance and taken with the wail of sirens to Lenox Hill Hospital, on Lexington and 77th. She didn't know if she had stopped screaming, all she knew was that there was a doctor in front of her.

Booker raced in, having been called from the set. "Jackie!" He grasped her hand.

Jackie looked up at him, terror in her eyes. "I fell--" And she burst into tears.

The doctor had already finished cleaning the blood off her legs, and was looking very grim.

Jackie calmed herself down enough to hear what the doctor was saying.

"Miss Laine, please listen to me," the woman was saying. "We're afraid you've seriously hurt yourself. The blood... Were you pregnant, Miss Laine?"

Jackie closed her eyes, going absolutely white, and Booker answered, "Yes."

"Miss Laine... you've... you've lost the baby."

Jackie didn't know how to react. She wanted to scream, cry, turn back time, anything! Just get her out of this horrible world.

All she did do was let out a small moan and faint.