A/N: Sorry I've been away for a long time, I've had a busy summer. I'll endeavour to finish this story before the next season of Sex Education drops. There won't be much more due to the impending arrival of said next season, but I hope to resolve the futures of all our favourite characters, in my universe at least. Enjoy

Jean

A baby screaming. That's all I can hear around me as I try and navigate my way through wherever I am. It soon reveals itself to be Moordale, but yet it's different. The houses look familiar, and the roads follow the same pattern. Yet it's eerily quiet. A thin veil of fog envelops much of my surroundings as I stagger forward. There's not a soul around me, no cars either and yet all I can hear all around me is a baby crying. No matter which direction I move in, the crying doesn't get quieter, or louder for that matter. I'm trying to find this poor child, but to no avail.

'Hello?!' I call into the fog. No one answers. 'HELLO?!' I try again. No response. I try to move forward again but before I can even take my first step, I feel an immense pain suddenly from my lower abdomen region. It forces me onto my haunches in the middle of the street. It's excruciating. I try and do something, anything, but it won't go away. I look down and see the whole area below my stomach completely covered in blood. I start panicking and shaking.

'HELP!' I scream but there's no-one there. I start crying as the area of the pain begins to expand over my chest, legs, arms and eventually my head. My whole body feels like it's being struck with a thousand bolts of lightning. I want to blackout, to be done with it, but my consciousness stays firmly transfixed on the pain I'm currently experiencing. I cry out more bloodcurdling screams as I curl up into a ball. After what feels like an eternity it suddenly stops. The sensation just stops. No after feeling, no ill effects. I feel completely fine, apart from the memory. And again, as it was before, it's just me, the void, and the crying baby. Although now instead of being completely surrounded by the sound, it now sounds like it's coming from a specific point. I begin to walk towards the point it's coming from. As the crying gets louder and I get closer, the fog starts to dissipate as I can finally clearly see where the screams are coming from. It's my own home.

I approach from the road and walk down the stairs to the house. The door is unlocked as I enter, and it looks exactly as it should. The crying is coming from upstairs, so I move towards it. As I get there, I finally realise where the crying is coming from. Otis' room. I slowly unlock the door and instead of seeing Otis' room as it should be, it's empty, devoid of any sign of Otis. In place of his stuff is a simple cot and a baby inside it. It's dark so I can't see the baby's face. As I move towards it and my visibility increases, I look down and I see a baby. I feel a sense of familiarity with it, although I don't know from where. I reach down to pick it up, but as my hand makes contact, everything goes black.

I wake up in a daze, confused. I look around me and realise I'm in a hospital room. The dream echoes in my mind as my memories get themselves in order. I press the nurse button repeatedly until one of them comes scuttling in and ask to know what's happened and where my baby is. She responds by saying to wait for a moment and rushes off to find a doctor. God, I hope everything is okay. I just want my baby. That's when I remember I still have to tell the father that he is in fact, a father.