Michael came back into the room in the early afternoon. He had handed the paperwork on, hoping that the children's father had perhaps registered with the Red Cross. It would mean they could at least reunite the father and all his children but for the moment, it was a matter of returning the children to their grandmother.

He had brought the jeep as close to the door of Elvis' room as he could manage. Nafula had parked near the door as well. Michael wasn't quite clear on the need for two jeeps but Nafula knew Georgie would want to go too so they would need both. Plus it would mean that Elvis would still be able to pull off his surprise for Georgie.

Michael entered the room to find the older children engaged in some quiet game with Elvis while Nafula and Georgie rocked the 2 youngest ones who watched the goings on with large, wide eyes. When everyone noticed Michael their voices became silent and the children crept closer to Elvis, their game forgotten, seeking reassurance.

Michael looked at all the faces staring up at him. He smiled at them all "The children need to be returned to their family and I'm ready when you are." Georgie and Elvis looked at one another. Elvis gave Georgie a little half smile and looked over at the children. Georgie nodded. "Zahara on me." Elvis said, standing up and dusting his pants off. Zahara stood up looking at Elvis and awaiting further orders. Georgie got up along with Michael and Nafula.

In the flurry of organising the children to leave Nafula spoke quietly to Elvis. "There is a second jeep Elvis. It has a full tank of petrol and your bag has been put inside. The jeep doesn't need to be back for a couple of days. Georgie still doesn't know?"

Elvis grinned at Nafula "I don't think she has a clue about any of it." He grasped her arm gently and whispered "Thank you Nafula for the jeep, the time off and for keeping Georgie in the dark."

Nafula smiled back at him "You are welcome Elvis but you may not be so thankful when Georgie finds out."

Elvis laughed, "Maybe not but I'm willing to take the risk." Nafula knew that Elvis would take any risk for Georgie...life, limb, it didn't matter to him as long as Georgie was safe, he'd prefer happy but he'd settle for safe.

Everyone was finally loaded into the two jeeps. Michael and Sarah with a whole load of supplies, Georgie and Elvis with all the children. They took the lead with Zahara once more providing directions back to their tent. There was no real rush to get there this time. It wasn't like the last time when every minute counted and unfortunately there hadn't been enough of them to help the children's mother.

The children sat up in the jeep looking out the dusty windows, chattering away to each other. Obviously another ride in an old jeep was still a novelty for them.

Eventually the pair of jeeps came to rest outside the tent the children called home for the moment. Some of the adults and other children came out when the children called out from the jeep. Many hands made light work of the supplies in the jeep.

While it was being unloaded Michael spoke to the children's grandmother and uncle about what had happened. The children crowded their grandmother while her tears tracked down her weathered cheeks. Michael spent more time explaining exactly what had happened, how the baby was being looked after at the clinic and some family members could go there and stay with the baby.

Georgie and Sarah set up a first aid post looking to treat any medical problems the family or those surrounding them had. Elvis acted as lackey; fetching, carrying whatever they needed, helping where he could with patients.

The girls spent the next hour or so treating anyone who came. Elvis ended up sitting in the jeep, watching the goings on. Watching Georgie treat people, her gentle hands, her brilliant smile. Watching the people, making sure none of them threatened Georgie's safety. Watching the children laugh and play. Watching the clock, would time run out for him and his surprise?

Finally the crowd dispersed, no one needed anything more from them. Sarah and Georgie started packing up the left over medical supplies and bagging up the waste. Elvis came over from the jeep and started helping dismantle the temporary first aid station.

Elvis managed to pack everything into the jeep that Michael and Sarah were returning to the clinic in. Georgie didn't seem to notice where the gear was going. She and Sarah were talking away about what they had been treating and snippets of news they had heard.

Michael came out from the tent with the children's grandmother and an aunt. They, along with Zahara, were going to the clinic to be with the baby. He, and Elvis helped the elderly lady into the front seat while Sarah and the others scrambled into the back.

Georgie looked at Elvis "Surely we can take Zahara and Sarah with us?"

Elvis responded "Zahara's grandmother probably wants to keep her close to her after all that's happened." Georgie looked at Elvis surprise flickering over her face, that Elvis would be so perceptive when he seemed to be so oblivious to other people's feelings at times.

"Mmmm maybe."

Georgie climbed into the vehicle while Elvis got behind the wheel. There was a silence between them, for a change, a comfortable one. The small convoy started weaving its way back through the maze of tents to the clinic.

In the silence Georgie leaned her head against her hand and rubbed her forehead, the events of the day replaying in her mind. She still couldn't see a way that she could have saved the children's mother. The scenarios ran through her head on an almost constant loop. The only good thing of the day was that the baby had survived and was healthy. Georgie's lips drew into a small smile.

She started when she realised she couldn't see the other jeep that had been ahead of them. "Oh Jesus Elvis," she muttered "have you bleeding well gotten us lost?"

Elvis smiled at her with a cocky look in his eye "No! I bloody well haven't gotten us lost. I know exactly where we are."

"So we are heading back to the clinic?" her voice filled with doubt "I want to check on the baby when we get back...make sure everything is ok."

"For fuck sakes Georgie, take a breath. There are plenty of others who can check on the baby. Or don't you trust your coworkers? Nafula?" He knew he'd strike a nerve with that one.

She took the bait "Of course I trust them but..."

"No buts Georgie, let it go. For once in your life just let it go...let them go. Let the family, the kids. Let Kiki go."

Georgie bit back the sharp retort and turned to look out the window. She was bristling with indignation and the pain of loss cut through her again. The loss of the children's mother echoing the pain of losing Kiki. Another person she couldn't save.

The air fairly crackled around them, the easy silence gone. Elvis knew that he'd pushed Georgie a bit too hard but it was too late to take any of it back. He increased the pressure on the accelerator and the jeep shot forward towards his surprise.