'Ready?'

'Yep.'

Polly walked into the room where Jeff was now stood in his paramedic uniform. It was the same as the uniform he had worn before- well before everything that happened. The two paramedics walked around the department- Polly introducing Jeff to everyone. It seemed strange, the sheer amount of people working in the hospital. Jeff was growing accustomed to the way that people introduced themselves- they said their name, their job, how long they'd been here and how they died. Everyone had accepted that they had died. No one tiptoed around the subject.

'Hi Polly.'

'Oh hi Jack. Jack this is Jeff- Jeff, Jack.' The two men shook hands.

'I'm the receptionist. I'm guessing you're the new paramedic- the one from the minibus explosion.'

'Yeah- that's me. So what happened to you?'

'Basically my fiancé was kidnapped on our wedding day by some people my dad owed money to, she was taken into a barge in the river. I went to rescue her and got myself shot in the knee cap. Then they soaked the boat in fuel and set it alight. My fiancé- Nikki managed to swim to safety. The boat exploded with me still on it.'

'Sorry.'

'Nah-don't apologise. It happened. It's the past. Hey- we're explosion buddies.' The receptionist laughed at his own joke. No one else found it particularly funny. Polly glanced at her watch- nearly time to be at the ambulance station.

'We should be going Jeff. I'll show you to the ambulance depot.'

'Thanks. Who are the other paramedics?'

'Well obviously me, erm, Finn, Woody, Sandra and Curtis. There were a couple of others but they didn't stay here- I never met them they left long before I joined the team.'

'Yeah- Curtis? Didn't he jump off the roof trying to save Alice?'

Polly nodded,

'We both went to his funeral. He was the only one who had previously met me. I didn't really remember much of how I died. No one else had the heart to tell me.'

There was silence between the old friends

'What are the others like?'

'Well I get on great with Sandra- she's been here the longest and is basically in charge. Woody's a great laugh- especially with Finn. But you'll meet them all soon enough!'

Polly laughed as she led Jeff through the streets of Holby. Everything was eerily similar but at the same time slightly off. His confusion must have shown on his face as Polly then said

'I know- everything is so strange and similar. I'm still not letting you drive though!'

Polly's gently humour relaxed him as he walked into the ambulance depot to see four people waiting for him.

'Jeff! How are you mate?' Curtis rushed over to greet his friend and former colleague.

'Other than the obvious I'm okay thanks.' Curtis went back to his seat and sipped his coffee. The paramedics were silent

'This is Jeff Collier- paramedic. Arrived here ages ago but only just decided to move his backside!'

'Hi Jeff' the paramedics chorused.

'I'm Sandra Mute.' The older woman walked over to shake his hand. 'So I've been here for as long as I can remember. I was one of Holby's first female paramedics but I was stabbed in the chest in the back of my ambulance by a certain drunk patient.' Her voice was gentle but harsh and accusing at the same time. Clearly there were things she wanted to do but never got the chance.

One by one the other paramedics introduced themselves, each saying their name and how they died. Finn had been murdered- he still didn't know the entire story but he did know who it was that killed him. Karl, his murderer, had arrived around a week after he had after committing suicide. He was in police custody for what he did. The most impressive story was Paul who preferred to be called Woody- he had been caught in a tunnel explosion with some toxic fumes. He took the toxic canister away from the other people in the tunnel. The toxic fumes killed him when he got to Holby.

The paramedics waited for any calls to come in. Something Jeff wasn't sure how it would work. How could someone die if they were already dead? Polly tried to explain to him that you were dead but now you're alive again but not in the same place.