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'You should never fight your feelings.'

As soon as he put the phone down he knew what he was going to do. He knew what he had to do. But before he could do that he needed to check on Dolly Smart. Usually he took pride and time with he work but today was different so he checked to see if she was okay, which she was then ran out of the building to his car.

"Your supposed to be washing equipment." He looked at his son confused, he had no time for this.

"I finished and you owe me half a crown. I thought I would come with you on your rounds."

He sighed before turning the car on. "I'm not going on my rounds."

Tim didn't say anything for a minute. He tried to think of where his Dad could be going. He couldn't. "So...where are we going?"

"To fetch Sister Bernadette..."

"Sister Bernadette!" He sat up properly hearing the name.

"Yes. She called me to say she was being discharged..."

"So she's coming back to Poplar?"

"Yes. Only, I don't think she's going to be Sister Bernadette anymore..."

"Huh?"

"Erm...I think she is going to stop being a nun..."

"Why?"

"Well..." How hard was this going to be to explain. "A few reasons...do you like her Tim?"

"Yes...why? Is this a new game? Which nun do I like best?"

He chuckled. "No. But I'll explain later."

They arrived at the Sanatorium and the Nurse they spoke to said she'd already left.

"Are you Doctor Turner?" She asked.

"Yes..." He replied cautiously.

"You were the one that wrote all them letters to her."

"Letters?" Tim asked confused.

The nurse nodded. "Loads of them. Took her long enough to read them mind. She read them all in one go one night."

"I hope they were interesting." Tim muttered under his breath before looking up at his dad. "And readable."

"They made her happy what ever they said." She told them. "She went left at the gates. I dunno why. You'll know her when you see her."

"Thank you." Patrick said gratefully tugging Tim's arm to follow him.

"How many letters did you write to make her stop wanting to be a nun?"

"I don't know." He sighed getting in the car. "One or two...about 8."

"And she read them all at once."

"That's enough now." He said sternly and Tim laughed slightly before leaning out of the window.

"If I see her, shall I shout at her. Shall I shout 'Stop! Sister Bernadette!'?"

"No." Patrick sighed rolling his eyes, he started think bringing his son was not a good idea. "Just leave the talking to me."

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The weather could turn on her any moment and that fact was prominent and she secretly wished she had a coat. She gritted her teeth and gripped the handle of her case in each hand tighter. She was lost, she'd gotten the wrong bus. She decided walking was easier. Shame she didn't know where she was really.

She hadn't seen any people for a while. Or any cars for that matter. There was a thick fog so she couldn't see very far in front or behind her so when she heard the sound of an engine she found herself slowing and turning around. Then stopping completely when she saw the car. She knew that car all too well.

It came to a stop not too far from her and the door on the drivers side opened and she took a sharp intake of breath when she saw him. It had been so long, too long.

He walked over to her as she put her cases down. He placed his hand on her forehead and she closed her eyes. "What if it had started raining? What if you had got lost?" He asked dropping his hand back to his side.

"I was lost." She admitted her eyes flitting from the ground back up to meet his. "I got the wrong bus."

"I was on the right road."

They smiled at each other before he took off his coat and wrapped it around her, quite conceded that a woman had only recently been given the all clear for TB was now stood on a road in the freezing cold.

He held the lapels under chin.

"I know you so little but I couldn't be more certain." She told him and he realised just how much he had missed her soft Scottish tone and no he never wanted to go a day without hearing it again.

"I am completely certain. And I don't even know your name."

There was something in his voice and in his eyes. Was it love? Is that what she saw?

"Shelagh."

"Patrick."

"There." She smiled. For a long time she had been afraid, and tired and upset. Now the weight that had been on her shoulders, the troubles she'd hidden from the people she cared for, they were gone. She felt like everything was going to be okay for the first time in a long while. "We've made a start."

He slowly put his hand to her cheek and stroked it with his thumb. "Yes we have."