I CAN WRITE A CLIFFHANGER!!!! WOO men would make great politicians. They never answer a question.

I know I'm sad.

Luka's cell phone went off, shattering the silence after his last words. He pulled it out and checked the display.

'I've gotta take this.' He said quietly. Abby nodded as he stood up and headed to the door, unable to speak. She felt ... how did she feel? Emotions were washing over her, each one as strong as the next, but only lasting moments. Questions were tumbling into her mind, why is he leaving? Will he be back? Can I make him stay? Then a new thought popped up into her head. What right did she have to stop him?

A waitress went past, placing a bill on the table. Numbly, Abby picked it up, glanced at it, and put the correct money on the table. Then she grabbed her and Luka's jacket and headed to the exit.

Abby opened the door and looked around for Luka. He was standing in front of the furthest window of the café, talking on his cell, and cold by the look of it. He was hugging his shirt to himself, trying to get all the warmth it had to offer. Luka turned when he heard her footsteps approaching and ended his conversation.

'Who was that?' She asked, handing him his jacket, trying to act normally. But she didn't want to act normally. She wanted to ask Luka why he was leaving. She wanted to find a quiet corner and cry. She wanted to be held in his arms and have him promise that he'd never leave her side.

'My brother.' Luka answered, pulling his jacket on gratefully.

'When-' Abby's pager bleeped cutting her off. Technology be damned, she thought angrily, whipping the little device from her waistband.

'I've gotta get back.' She said quietly. Luka nodded.

'I'll walk you.' They set off across the road, not talking until they reached the ambulance bay, when Abby spun around and looked at him.

'Why are you going?' She asked, more loudly and with more anger than she had intended. Luka was taken aback the harsh emotion in her voice. He looked at the ground and didn't answer. 'Luka please.' Her softened. She was gazing intently at him, a pleading look in her eyes. Luka looked up at her.

'I have to go. There's something missing in my life, and no matter how hard I try, I can't find it. Not here.'

'Find what?'

'I don't know.' He said quietly.

'Then how do you know it's not here?' She cried. A group of people walking past looked over at her in alarm. 'I'm sorry,' She said quieter, but some of the emotion she was feeling was starting to creep into her voice. She was biting her bottom lip to stop it wobbling and fighting back tears. 'I just don't understand why you have to go.' Her voice cracked and tears fell from her eyes.

Luka stepped forward quickly, wrapping her small body in his arms as more tears fell from her eyes. He held her tight and rested his cheek on her hair. He didn't say anything. There were no words that would make her feel better.

'When do you go?' The muffled words came from his chest. Her voice was thick with emotion, and Luka felt his heart break as he heard the pain there. All that she was feeling now was he fault. It was like he had betrayed her in some way.

'Tomorrow's my last shift. I fly out the day after.' Abby sniffed and released her grip around his back. Her bleeper was going again. She wiped her eyes and sniffed again.

'I've really got to go.' She said. Stepping back again. The further away he was the less she wanted to fling herself into his arms, crying. Luka reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of folded paper.

'Can you put this on the notice board in the lounge?' Abby nodded and took the piece of paper.

'What is it?' She asked.

'Just a letter saying that ... you know. I'm going tomorrow and I won't see some people.' This was harder than he'd thought. It suddenly struck him how big a part these people were in his lives. He didn't just work with these people. They shared the same things as him day in, day out. The same pain, the same happiness.

'I'll see you tomorrow then.' Abby said. It was as if they'd just met. Neither of them knew what to say. Luka nodded and watched as Abby walked away. He waited until she'd disappeared through the doors, then turned and walked away himself.