Taken from Susan's point of view -

It's been a week since he's been gone and she looks worse than ever. Why won't she talk to us. Talk to someone. Watching her as she fights with her inner demons is killing me. She's my best friend and even I don't know how to help her. She has stopped talking all together apart from when dealing with patients. She has worked every day since he left. She looks like she hasn't' ate or slept since he was gone either.
I walked into the lounge that morning and stopped. She was asleep on the couch. She didn't look at peace though. I remembered back to when I would walk in and find them both asleep on the couch, carefully waking them so Weaver didn't catch them. Her face seemed contorted in anger. Who was she angry with? Probably herself. I know she went to the airport but she never said anything when she got back. I reckon she didn't see him, maybe it was all for the best. But what had happened to the golden couple of the ER.
She started to stir and I quickly disappeared out the room before she saw that I had been watching her. Abby come back to us and let us help you.

Abby's point of view -

Well at least I've slept, not all that well but I slept. I was dreaming of him again. We were lying on a beach in Barbados. I was trying to get some sun about my white body. He was lying beside me reading some medical journal. Trust him, even in my dream, he's working. Slowly his hand had sneaked across and planted itself on my stomach. 'I'll have a white mark there if you don't move it' I had remarked but he had only smiled.
I got up from he couch and almost fell straight back down. I had been feeling like this for a few days now. I put it down to not eating, sleeping and working too much. But when the nausea hit me I began to think something else. I bolted from the lounge to the nearest bathroom and puked up the coffee that lay in my stomach. Nothing else there to bring up. What if I was pregnant? Nah, I couldn't be. We had always been careful. Wait a minute there was that one time in the shower, the need had taken us. I'll have to take a test. If only he was here with me.

Later in the afternoon Abby and Susan were working on a eight year old girl. "Well Michelle, I think we will have to send you up to x-ray. I think you have a broken ankle. But don't worry, we can put a cool cast on it for you. Can't we Abby?"
"What, oh yes, any colour you want." Abby answered Susan. She seemed distracted by something and Susan couldn't put her finger on it.
"Abby phone call for you." Frank called from the desk.

"Thanks Frank." Abby lifted the telephone. "Hello."

"Is this Abby Lockhart?" The voice sounded official.

"Yes I am." Abby started to play with the chain around her neck. She did that when she was nervous. Susan watched from where she stood with Michelle.
"Do you know a Dr John Trueman Carter?"

Abby took a deep breath before answering. "Yes, what is this about?"

"Miss Lockhart you are on Doctor Carter's list as his next of Kin." Abby gasped and dropped the phone. She didn't need to hear any more. She ran from where she had been standing to the nearest bathroom.
Susan, shocked by what she had seen walked to the phone and picked it up. She could hear the mans voice on the other side, calling for Abby. "I'm sorry, Abby left suddenly, I'm Doctor Susan Lewis can I be of any help?"
"I'm calling from Africa. I was asked to inform Miss Lockhart that Doctor Carter is missing. She was his next of kin."
"What do you mean missing. Is he dead?"
"We don't know ma'am. We are still looking for him. I will call if there is anymore news. Thank you." The man hung up the phone. Susan stood stunned at what she had just heard.

She walked to the bathroom where she had seen Abby run into. She could hear Abby crying in one of the stalls. "Abby, come out."
"No, leave me alone Susan." Abby wailed. She didn't need any of this right now. Everyone had been around the admit desk when that phone call had come in. They were all going to know that he was gone. Her beloved Carter was dead. She hadn't even said good-bye, or told him that she loved him. What would she do with out him. Another wave of nausea hit her. She bent over the toilet bowl and wretched. There was nothing in her stomach to bring up, but still she wretched.
"Abby, let me in. Let me help you." Susan pleaded outside. She couldn't stand to hear her friend like this.
Abby breathed heavily trying to supress the wave of sickness hitting her like a tonne of bricks. "Susan please. Just. leave." Then she burst into tears. She couldn't' take anymore. She was done. She just wanted someone to wrap their arms around her and tell her everything was going to be okay. The main person she wanted was never going to be there again.
The stall door slowly opened. Abby appeared sobbing. Susan held out her arms and let her best friend fall into them. "It's all right sweetie. They'll find him."
"What do you mean?" Abby tried to talk. From what she had got from the phonecall, he was dead.
"Abby, he's missing not dead. He'll be fine. You know that." Susan rubbed Abby's back, trying to soothe her.
"I don't though Susan. What if I never see him again. We parted on bad terms. I didn't get a chance to tell him I loved him."
"He knew Abby. Believe me he knew. He spoke to me the night before he left and told me to keep an eye on you. You were so special to him."
"Susan, I'm pregnant." Abby blurted it out. She didn't know for definite but there was no other excuse for it.
"What, are you sure?"
"Not 100% but yeah. But I can't do it on my own. I need him. I'm a mess without him."
"Abby you have to let people help you. You know that I am here for you. I'll do anything I can to help you out in what ever way you need. Don't worry about a thing." Susan told her.
Abby collapsed into Susan's arms again. It was nice to feel wanted. Abby didn't know what she would have done in that bathroom if Susan hadn't come along.