"Vincent."

Vincent stopped, turning to where the voice had come from. Charlotte ran to catch up to him.

"Hello," he said amicably.

"We need to talk. Can I come around tonight?"

Vincent's face clouded over. "I'm not so sure that's a good idea."

"Please, Vincent. I've done some thinking and you're right, and I've been wrong, and I think we should clear the air."

Vincent paused, thinking. This was what he had wanted, but now that the moment was here he didn't like the finality of it all.

"Fine," he said finally. "I finish at six. I'll meet you out the front of the hospital."

"Good," she said, her tone matching his. He looked at her sharply and walked off, leaving Charlotte standing in the middle of emergency, looking after him, her shoulders stooped.