Mac sat at home, listening to Pink Floyd. He had a glass of wine between his hands, absentmindedly staring at the stereo. A soft knock came at his door. He leapt up and went to answer it, and almost closed the door in her face when he saw that it was Sue.

"How did you find my house?"

"It's on your records. May I come in?"

"I'm… busy."

"No you're not… I can't see anyone."

"Fine, come in. But make it quick."

"Ooh, Doctor Macartney, I can be i very /i fast, if that's how you like it." Mac silenced her with his hand, and pointed her through to the sitting room. She sat down on the sofa slightly awkwardly, due to the fact she was pregnant, and tried to cross her legs and look graceful, to no avail. Mac was about to offer her a glass of wine, out of politeness, but then saw the bump, and swiftly remembered she couldn't.

"Would you like to explain what is going on?"

"I told you earlier Doctor Macartney, but you wouldn't listen. This," she pointed at her stomach, "is yours."

"It can't be… I've never… we've never…"

"Oh but we have… you just conveniently happened to forget after that donkey bstard threw you off a cliff!"

"I just know that I wouldn't! It's not possible!"

"Excuse me, Doctor Macartney, but I think you will find its perfectly possible. Have you looked at the paternity test?"

"Yes… and?"

"And, have you checked it closely?"

"Yes. It says I'm the father."

"No, have you checked it i closely /i . It says that it was conceived in March. That's i before /i the accident. It says it," she picked up his hand softly, and guided it over the sheet, "just there."

Mac stood up in disbelief, Sue still clinging on to his hand.

Caroline woke up the next morning, and looked over her shoulder to see Guy, still asleep. Oddly, this didn't feel wrong. However, she shook him off and sat up. Her back was sore from sleeping on the floor. She suddenly felt cold as she no longer had Guy's arms around her. She sat there for a moment, thinking, and then proceeded to get breakfast. Guy had woken up and was sitting, watching her.

"Let me do that. You go get ready for work." Guy took the cereal packet from her hand, and continued pouring it for her. Caroline gave a slight smile. She was still wondering. Why hadn't Guy taken advantage of her? She knew this was a stupid question. But he hadn't even tried, even though he knew she was vulnerable.

Mac waited patiently in the theatre, waiting for Guy and Caroline to arrive. It hurt him slightly to see them arrive at the same time (he wondered why – he didn't want Guy near Caroline), but he supposed this was because Caroline drove him into work each day, so they had to come in together. He didn't know how to explain to Caroline about Sue. There must have been some mistake.

Guy tried to lighten up the mood. He hated how much things had changed recently, and all he wanted was for things to be the way they were, and for him to stop feeling the way he did. It overcomplicated things.

"Regional accent, or movie?"

"Not now, Guy," said Caroline.

"Accent," uttered Mac in a monotone, "you choose, Caroline."

"Umm… I don't know. We've done them all."
"How about Irish?" said Guy, hopefully. This was the only accent he could do.

"Fine," said Mac. "Top of the morning to you all," he said, in an Irish accent.

"Would you like a pint of Guinness?" added Guy.

"To be sure," said Caroline. She paused for a moment, hoping that Mac didn't think that she meant that she actually wanted to go out for a drink with Guy. "I was just saying that, you realise, just because… what I mean is I don't actually want to…"

"I'll go with you, Guy. How about a third of a pint?" Mac continued in his Irish accent.

"Oooh," said Guy, in his normal accent, "Do they sell turds at pubs? I need to top up my hair colour…"