Chapter 29

Martha sat on the sofa. The night was upon them, and she still hadn't sorted things out with Jack. She slowly got up and walked into the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, she inspected her reflection. Her face was pale and her usually wavy soft hair seemed to have formed it's own unique style on her head. She ran the cold water and cupped her hands underneath the tap, catching a puddle of it. The coldness sent shivers down her spine as she splashed it across her face. She clutched a towel and patted it dry, and then inspected her face again. Nothing had changed. Unsatisfied, she leant against the sink and slipped down to her knees by the toilet. She gently rubbed her stomach. It was like she was suddenly realising that there was new life depending on her to be strong, so she pulled herself back up and tried to make herself look at least a little bit responsible. Before she exited the bathroom she placed her hand on her stomach again and whispered 'It looks like it's just me and you now. But don't worry, we don't need any body else'.

Pulling himself up from the sand, Jack took a deep breath. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, before allowing them to flick back open again. "You can do this, Jack" he told himself, as he prepared to go home and tell Martha his decision.

She lay, crumpled in a gentle heap on the couch. Her tears were all cried out. She sat up gently as she heard footsteps approaching the door. She wiped her face with a damp cloth she had brought from the bathroom, and stood up, facing the door. She listened as the handle creaked and the door slowly open. Jack stood facing her. "Hi" he said. She gave him a weak smile. "Hey"