Jill drove as fast as she dared through first the narrow twisting roads of Elsinby, then the open coastal roads. She knew she had to get there as soon as possible; time was critical accidents such as the one she was heading towards. She also needed to get thrown into a work situation capture all her thoughts. Through the drive she couldn't help but remember how Gordon had rejected her, and every time she did, the hurt surfaced once again, increasing, if possible each time as new thought entered her mind. Possibilities of the cause haunted her, joining the others and creating new confusion. And she couldn't help but envisage the future, both immediate and long-term. She was terrified that it would continue, and the possible result was something that made her feel incredibly vulnerable.

She was forced to push her thoughts to once side when a figure at the roadside caught her eye. He was waving wildly, and when she slowed down beside him, he pointed through the gate on her right. She raised her hand in thanks, and turned into a field. Once the was the other side of the hedge marking its boundary, she could clearly see the ambulance and a pander car near the cliff edge, surrounded by various members of the emergency services. She drove as fast as she could over the bumpy terrain, fearing for her mini's suspension, but sensing the urgency of the situation.

All thoughts of Gordon were thankfully finally pushed to the back of her mind as her attention tuned firmly onto the young girl and the unknown task she was about to face.


Jill drew her mini to a halt, thankful to put a stop to the bouncing over the hummocky grass. She grabbed her doctor's bag from the passenger's seat, and climbed out, being immediately greet by Frankie.

"There's a young girl on a ledge down there. She looks to have a wound on her leg." He spoke whilst they walked to the ledge, allowing her to gaze down and see for herself. It didn't look good; the girl wasn't moving and the wound was clearly visible even from the fair distance they were from it.

"How are we going to reach her?"

"We've got a rope in the ambulance. Steve will lower me down."

Jill nodded. "Okay, just be careful." She watched as Frankie dashed off, then her gaze turned to a sobbing woman being comforted by a police officer. Jill picked her way through the long grass towards her. "Hello, I'm Doctor Weatherill."

The woman turned from the policeman and desperately clutched at her. "You've got to help her please. I only turned away for a second, and then she was gone!"

"Alright." Jill said, trying to use her best calming voice, but at the same time trying to instill confidence in the woman of their abilities to save the child. "Are you her mother?"

"Yes." She sniffed, appearing to calm a little. "Her name's Anita Barton."

"Alright. We'll do everything we can to help her." She watched as Frankie returned to the edge, a rope tied securely around his waist. "Be very careful Frankie."

"Will do doc." He grinned, despite the dangerous situation he was putting himself under.

Jill watched nervously as Frankie took a step over the side, and soon he was descending rapidly. She stuck out an arm as Mrs Barton moved closer to the cliff edge, preventing her from moving any further forward. The cliff was unstable enough as it was without the extra weight of a person. The cliff face was weathered, causing chunks of rocks to break off and fall to the base, leaving unstable overhanging ledges. The base of the cliff showed obvious erosion by the sea; water forced into cracks in the rock by the waves, and forcing them wider, whilst the sediment transported in the water abraded the cliff. This too caused the cliff to retreat, providing many a rockfall, evident in the multitude of rock at the base.

"She's got a deep gash to the back of her leg. Can you give instructions doc?"

Jill peered over the edge as Frankie's shouts reached her ears. She saw him crouched on the ledge next to Anita. She could tell Frankie what to do, but it wouldn't be easy, confusion could occur, and besides, he wouldn't be able to administer painkiller. If Anita was conscious, some form of analgesia would almost certainly be required. There was only one possible option that she could think of. Without a second thought, she turned to Steve.

"You lowered him down. You can manage me right?"