She clambered along the roof, using her hands to steady herself. "Alun," she tried again. "Can you hear me?"

"Yes."

The reply startled her slightly, coming louder and clearer than she would have expected. She paused, balancing herself against a raised triangle of roofing above one of the attic windows. "Where are you Alun?"

"The other side, behind the chimney. I'm okay though."

"Look, just stay there. Wait for me to examine you."

"No, Doctor, really, I'm fine."

"Look Alun," She sighed, shifting her grip on the raised roofing as her foot slipped slightly. "Do you think you were unconscious for any period of time?"

"Yes..."

"Well then!" She exclaimed. "Stay there."

"Fine." He resigned, and she couldn't help but smile at the tone of his voice.

Now Alun was convinced, the only thing left to do was make her way over to him. Easy. Or so she tried to convince herself. She glanced around, trying to judge the best way up. The easiest way she could see was to get herself up onto the raised triangle of roof she was currently clutching. From there she could reach the top of the roof and use the chimney stack as support to get her over.

She bit her lip, readying herself, trying not to think of the consequences if she did fall. Eventually, after being unsuccessful in this task, she began. She shifted her grip on the dormer window, easing as much of her torso over it as she could before lifting her leg, trying to find some leverage on the tiles, but foot immediately slipped. She once again steadied herself, realising her shoes were going to have to go. Using the toes of the other foot, she eased the black polished leather off, pushing them into the gutter behind her. She tested her grip again, but still it slipped. With a sigh, she realised the tights would have to be removed aswell. This was going to be tricky. Hugging the roof of the dormer window to her with one arm, she gingerly raised one leg, pulling the thin fabric from it with one hand. Gasps were audible from the gathering crowd of onlookers, as was Gordon's shout of her name, but she ignored them, repeating the process on the other leg. The only thing she was grateful of was that Mr Rose wasn't amongst the crowd as she finally dispensed of her tights.

She tried again what she'd started before, finding her bare foot to provide much more stability. With one foot on the roof, she brought her free leg up, slinging it over the dormer so she was eventually straddling it. This done, and a relatively balanced position held, she took a moment to collect herself and calculate her next move. As she glanced from the narrow top of the triangle upon which she was sat, to the chimney stack and the top of the hospital, she began to think her original plan was flawed. How on Earth was she to balance, find grip and leverage to heave herself up there? Added to which a thought that wasn't at all helpful at that moment in time; how on Earth was she going to get herself and Alun down?