Lanie walked into the pharmacy, wandering down the aisles in search of what she was looking for, too afraid to ask. 'Pregnancy tests', she thought, scanning through the merchandise on the shelves. 'There.' She reached out and pulled one off the shelf.

Walking up to the counter, she put the box onto the counter face down. Sliding it to the cashier, she paid for it without saying a word and then took the bag back to the bench outside.

"Nobody gets pregnant from just one time…right?" she whispered to no one in particular.

Lanie headed out of the lot, staring at the ground rather than at the space ahead of her, and ran smack into someone.

"Hey," Doug said.

"Hi," Lanie whispered, immediately shoving the bag behind her back.

"What are you up to?"

She shook her head. "It's just snacks. In the bag. Just snacks."

"Okay," Doug answered, slightly puzzled. Abruptly changing the subject, he said, "Jodi and I broke up. Well…I broke up with her."

"I'm sorry," Lanie said, because she knew that she was supposed to feel sorry. In reality, she just wished that she could be at home in her room at that moment.

Shaking his head, Doug said, "I still…have hope."

Lanie could feel her heart beating, almost as if it was about to pump out of her chest. "You and I…Doug…"

"Can we…Can we just hang out?"

"No," Lanie snapped, harsher than she meant to be. "No, we can't, Doug. We just can't."

"I…I love you."

Lanie closed her eyes, her fingers wrapped around the bag behind her back. There was no way that she could say those words back to him. She didn't feel even remotely the same way. "I'm sorry, Doug, I have to go now." Turning away, she walked in the opposite direction, ignoring his calls after her.

Lanie walked home through the cold as fast as she could, wishing that she had thought to wear a heavier jacket. Imagining all of the different ways that she would tell Rich, should she have something to tell Rich, Lanie jogged the last couple of steps up the walkway and let herself into the house. Running up the stairs two at a time, she locked herself in the bathroom and threw her coat on the floor.

Lanie pulled the test out of the bag and ripped open the box. It seemed simple enough. Two pink lines equals pregnant. One pink line equals not. Definitely simple enough. Pee on the stick and look for lines. She could handle it.

OooooooooooooooooooO

Alex pulled his car back up to the garage, and Addison ran out to meet him. "Did you find her?"

He shook his head as he slipped out the door of the car. "I looked everywhere. She didn't call?"

Addison put her face in her hands as she shook her head. "No. Not yet."

"What do we do now?" he asked. "Should we call the police?"

"She doesn't even know how to drive, Alex!" Addison snapped. "She doesn't know how to drive!"

As Addison started to cry, Alex put an arm around her shoulders and steered her back into the house. "We'll go inside and we'll call," he said gently. "We'll call."

Addison settled on the couch as he picked up the phone to dial, springing up when the there was a knock on the door. Yanking the door open, she was faced with two uniformed police officers on the front stoop.

"Mrs. Karev?"

"Alex," Addison gasped, the words barely coming out.

Alex came up behind her, and the phone fell to the floor as he opened his hand without thinking.

"Mr. and Mrs. Karev?" the officer said again. "There's been an accident."