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NELSON: Hey.

Thanks for covering the shifts. Sorry about the short notice.

That's alright. It's better than moping around at home.

Yeah. So, how is, er... You heard from Mac?

No, no. He's made his decision. I'll be fine.

What have we got here?

Semi-conscious, found in a park.

MAN: Hi, Cate. Hey.

What's wrong with him? Adult male found on the street.

He's septic, and brought a few friends along with him.

Friends? Maggots. Mostly in the abdo wounds.

THEME MUSIC

Any ID? No.

You're in All Saints Hospital, mate. You remember what happened?

Now, we need to know your name.

(mutters) It's half dead.

Half dead.

It's him and me. Him and me.

(continues muttering)

What did he say? I don't know.

It's half dead.

"Half dead." Why does he keep saying that?

Maybe he's self-diagnosing.

Okay, what have we got here?

He's dehydrated.

These cigarette burns - there's been lots of attacks lately,

a lot of homeless people being ripped off for drug money.

Do we have a history? Not yet.

He was found in that park near the Royal.

Right. Mate, can you hear me?

(quietly) Just half-dead.

He keeps saying that over and over again.

Start him on antibiotics?

Yeah, I'll write him up.

Uh, mate, you're running a bit of a fever,

so we're going to give you some antibiotics.

Do you have any allergies? Half-dead.

Mate. Are you allergic to any drugs?

MACHINE BEEPS

Uh, Let's not run any risks. Start him on vancomycin.

One gram every 12 hours, and piperacillin, four every six.

Blood cultures? Yeah. PC and UEC.

And get some fluids up - normal saline every two hours.

What about the maggots?

They've been doing him a favour eating that rotting flesh, but yep,

you can get rid of them now.

It's okay.

Oh, Nelson. The file you're after. Thank you, Reg.

Yes, hello. It's Dr Jack Quade in the ED. Is Helen there?

Dr Quade. Yes.

I'll hold. Like I've got nothing better to do.

Uh, Jack.

How's Charlotte? She's fine.

It's just... I was wondering if... if she wanted any help, you know,

to make things a little bit easier for her.

I don't know. Why don't you try asking Vincent, Reg?

Terri! Hello! How are you? (laughs) I'm good.

You're not due back till next week.

Well, I thought I'd just pop in, make sure everything's still afloat.

Sullivan, you really need to get a life.

I did, Frank. See. Everything is as it should be.

I didn't even get to say goodbye. Where did you go?

Quiet place up the coast. That sounds lovely. Mmm.

Okay. That's great, Helen.

Listen, I'll fill you in later. Yep.

I, um, think he might need a bit of space right now.

Well, Charlotte lost the baby.

KNOCK AT DOOR

TERRI: Charlotte!

KNOCKING CONTINUES

It's Terri.

I woke you, didn't I?

I was up.

Do you want me to go?

Finella, these are first- and second-degree burns.

We're going to dress them

and organise for you to see the burns specialist as an outpatient

for further treatment.

And, um, will you be dressing them, doctor?

No, I won't. Jess will be doing that today.

Oh, pity.

Jelonet dressing, thank you, and 2.5mg of morphine for the pain.

Thanks.

Well, well, well. Another agency shift.

You know me. Glutton for punishment.

Jess, don't forget the tetanus shot. Thank you.

How have you been?

Telling myself Mac can go screw himself.

Really? Is that working?

No, not really. (Laughs softly)

See ya. 'Bye.

Don't say it.

Your wish is my command.

Okay. Morphine, 10mg, expires 05/06.

Morphine, 10mg. Check.

So, what's he done this time?

You only get that tone in your voice when I'm annoying you

or Vincent has done something.

Or more to the point, HASN'T done something.

So, am I done here? Yes.

Thanks.

What was all that about? Nothing.

What?

You know he's seeing someone, don't you?

Who? Vincent.

So?

So, I just thought you should know. That's all.

(laughs)

Jess, there's nothing going on between us. I'm completely over men.

Sorry.

So am I.

I quite liked them. A lot. (Laughs)

Oh, look, they never cease to disappoint, do they?

No, they don't.

TERRI: These from the ED?

Yeah.

They've got "Reg" written all over them.

They're dead now.

Do you want to throw them out?

Okay.

(shakily) "Thinking of you." What does... what does that mean?

What do they think?

It means you've got friends

who know you're going through a rough time right now.

Right, there we go. All done.

Just gotta clean those up now.

How are we going? Yeah, good.

His temperature's dropped a bit. It's 38.8.

BP's dropped. Do you want me to insert an IDC?

No, not for now. Let's see how we go.

I need you to mark up that cellulitis too, once you've cleaned it up.

Sure thing.

Why do you keep doing that?

Just... He seems familiar.

An old patient, maybe?

I don't know what your return trade is like,

but in my last ED I worked in,

we had our fair share of frequent flyers.

Is it the same guy? You remember him?

Yeah. How can I forget him? Almost put me off sex for life.

What was his name?

Honestly, I've tried to put it out of my mind.

What about when he was here? How long ago before Christmas was it?

About... a month or so?

Run a check on Fournier's Gangrene. It's not like you see it every day.

Is this your derro in Acute? Yeah. Advanced sepsis. No ID.

He's been here before, though, and he wasn't a derro.

Is it a repeat infection?

No. It's all clear in that area. Thank God for that.

Get Reg to follow it up. I'll do it.

Have you had a chat to Sullivan yet?

Uh, not really.

Mmm. She looks good. The break must have agreed with her.

Is there any point to this, Frank?

Merely an observation.

If you look up the text book under hormonal swing...

(sighs) ..you'll see a photo of me.

I hope it's your best side.

This is my punishment, right?

Charlotte...

Sometimes in the middle of the night

it's the only thing that makes any sense.

Yeah, it did me too.

I must've asked the question "Why?" a thousand times.

But, Charlotte, you get through it,

with support from your friends.

I did.

And from Mitch.

Because he was part of it too.

Jack's been calling here every day.

Vincent's running out of excuses why I can't take the calls.

And why can't you?

I don't know what to say to him.

He probably feels the same way, Charlotte.

It was a one-night stand, Terri.

(tearfully) A drunken mistake. A mistake that hurt you.

It hurt Jack. It doesn't matter now.

Doesn't it?

It doesn't matter.

I loved her, Terri. She's gone.

She's gone.

Oh. (sobs)

Who are you?

Hey. Welcome back.

Where am I?

You're in All Saints Hospital. The ambos brought you in.

My name's Cate. I'm your nurse.

All Saints? Yeah.

No, no. No, not here.

It's okay. Just... just relax...

(angrily) Not here!

FRANK: Get security.

I can't be here. I can't be here. CATE: Nelson!

Whoah. Got him.

No, you don't. Got him.

It's okay, buddy. It's okay.

It's alright. You okay, Cate?

Yeah. Thanks, Von.

This is a bit low. (pants)

You on any medication?

What about alcohol? What about it?

Well, how much do you drink?

Can't you just give me something?

What would it be a day? Two, three, four?

I spill more than that. (laughs) Cute.

Right. Well, you stay here. I'll get a wheelchair.

I need help. Now.

ALARM SOUNDS

What happened?

Well, I'm guessing oesophageal or gastric varices.

He's jaundiced and stinking of booze.

Okay. Help me roll him.

Let's get him into Resus.

There you go. Thank you.

(sighs)

I don't blame you, you know.

What happened between Jack and I is my fault.

I got sick, the ward shut down, I got lost for a while.

And then Jack turned up.

It's amazing the way you can talk yourself into things,

to not listen to your instincts.

All I could think about was how much time I'd wasted pushing Mitch away.

How much longer we could've had together if I'd been braver.

I didn't wanna be alone,

so I talked myself into thinking that Jack might be forever,

and that wasn't fair.

You know, there's nothing wrong with wanting to believe in something.

Yeah, that's what I keep telling myself.

(laughs)

I, um...

..have to have a shower.

Okay. I'll leave you to it. No.

Please stay. Is that okay?

Yeah. It's more than okay.

I won't be long. Take your time.

Where's Frank?

Held up in consults. Vincent's in theatre and Jack's busy.

Oh, terrific.

Can you get a large-bore cannula in? We'll start him on normal saline.

No, no. A doctor orders that.

Von, his BP's 90/45. He'll bleed out if we don't do something.

I'll get onto Gastro, see if we can get someone down here.

Ooh, I hope you know what you're doing.

It's Nelson Curtis in the ED.

I need to speak to the registrar on duty. It's urgent.

We should take bloods, Ah, Nelson.

..LFT, UEC, FBC.

Nelson.

Hi, we have a patient down here with haematemesis,

jaundice and hypotension.

He collapsed in Triage.

Now all the doctors in the ED are busy, so we...

Yeah, we thought the same thing.

Okay, will do. Thank you.

He's going to need an urgent endoscopy.

She's going to organise it from up there.

And in the meantime?

Run those fluids through and set up for a Sengstaken-Blakemore?

She'll be here as soon as she can.

It's alright, mate. Please, just take it easy.

Please, just take it easy. BP's still dropping.

Lance? Lance, can you hear me? (murmurs)

Okay, okay. That's it. I'm going to call the registrar.

We haven't got time. I'll do it myself.

(whispers) Don't be bloody ridiculous.

Von, he's in hypervolaemic shock, okay?

If we don't tamponate this bleeding, he's gonna die.

Listen. I was sued for everything I had for far less than this.

I don't have much to lose, so I'll take the risk. I need your help.

I have done this before, but not for a very long time, so...

What do you want me to do? Raise the bed 45 degrees.

I'll get the towel.

Okay, Lance.

Mate, I'm putting a tube into your oesophagus to stop the bleeding.

I'm going to use antiseptic to help, but it's going to be uncomfortable.

(moans)

Are you sure about this?

Alright, mate?

You married? No.

Boyfriend? Nah.

A pretty thing like you? You'd be fighting them off.

I don't suppose you've seen Frank around, have you?

No.

Gee, I like that one. Is he attached?

Incessantly.

Finella, are you sure you're married? Nearly five years.

They say the itch starts at seven, but I've always been an early riser.

I love Lionel to death, you know, but...

..no harm in a bit of window shopping, right?

As long as you're not buying.

Ow! Oh, sorry.

That's alright, love.

The scenery more than makes up for it.

That's it, mate. Nice and steady. That's it.

BP's dropping.

Okay, that's it. Wait for Frank.

No, we can't, Von.

It's alright, mate, It's okay. Now I'm going to try again, okay?

Hold that suction, please.

(pants)

Just gotta get it to the 50cm mark.

Easy, easy. Easy.

Almost there.

Okay.

(pants)

MACHINE BEEPS

Positive air. Audible on his stomach.

Now we inflate the rest using a manometer.

And what's the pressures at? Uh...

25 to 40mm.

You inflate it any more, you'll rupture the oesophagus.

Frank, you weren't available. Neither was the gastro registrar.

Just get him to X-ray. I assume somebody has organised an endoscopy.

Yep. Good.

You two look like boners in an abattoir. Get cleaned up.

We didn't have a choice. Later.

Now, Frank... We'll talk about it later, Curtis.

MACHINE BEEPS STEADILY

A foreign body present on her chest X-ray.

She's waiting on a bronchoscopy.

I've totally given up on marriage.

Damn. I had the ring picked out and everything.

Dead right. Couldn't agree more. No marriage.

That woman would make even you blush, Dan.

I'm agreeing with you. It was in the tone.

Oh, give me a break. Yeah, typical you'd say that.

Don't you look at me. You're the one that started all this.

Reg, any luck with John Doe in Acute?

No, I'm still looking.

Uh, Vincent, how's Charlotte going?

Oh, she's alright, Reg. She's getting a bit better each day.

It's just so sad.

They say that losing a baby's like losing part of yourself.

Which makes sense, really, when you think about it.

Did you want something? No, not really.

Oh, give her our love. Yeah, of course.

She's very lucky he's looking after her.

Yeah.

Hey, Jack. Cate needs you. John Doe is refusing treatment.

JACK: Your blood tests show an elevated white cell count

and low platelet count.

Now, without antibiotics, the infection in your bloodstream

will eventually shut down your organs.

If that happens, you'll die.

Jack.

You're already showing signs of acute renal failure.

I don't care.

Well, obviously the sepsis is impairing your judgment.

Now, if you pursue this,

I'm going to have to schedule you as a psychiatric patient

and continue treatment forcibly.

Are we gonna go through the same crap we went through

last time you were here?

So now you remember me. Good. That's a start.

Just leave me alone.

Jack. Reg has got an ID for you.

Well... that doesn't make sense. I know.

Did you check it?

I check everything these days, Dr Quade.

We got a name?

Yes, Graham Abbott. And according to this, he's dead.

What?

Mm-hm. Have a look for yourself. Three days after transfer to ICU.

I thought we got that infection.

FRANK: You actually asked him if he had any allergies?

JACK: 'Course I did.

Hang on. Didn't he have a twin? Uh... Richard?

Oh, and the wife. We called in the wife.

That's right. That was awful. Who's wife?

Well, the patient's. At least, I thought she was his wife.

That whole thing turned into a big mistake.

That's not my husband.

She was the wife of the patient here now?

Yep. She must be.

Maybe she can get through to him. Oh, I doubt it.

Anyway, we don't have time. The infection's so advanced.

It's not like he's going home to his wife every night anyway.

It's worth a try. Beats putting him through the scheduling ordeal.

Whatever. Just page me when you're done.

There's a problem with your sepsis patient.

Reg. It's gone through to the answering machine.

He's got a cannula needle Dan thinks he got from the sharps container.

Look. Hey. You really don't wanna be doing that, okay?

Richard. Put that needle down, mate.

Jack, be careful.

I've got to feel.

I've got to feel.

Now what?

Oh, please, don't.

We have to, Richard.

We have to put you back on antibiotics, mate.

No.

And we now have to run blood tests

to make sure you didn't contract anything from that dirty cannula.

Just leave me alone, please.

At least let us give you some pain relief.

You know what? You leave me with no choice, mate.

What are you doing?

Where are the Schedule 2 forms?

You're not scheduling someone, are you?

Are they in here, Reg? Is that for Mr Abbott?

Yes. Can you call Security, thanks.

Hang on a sec, Reg. Jack, wait.

Look, he's in terrible pain. I can see that.

Emotional pain.

All the more reason to get a psych consult.

You could try talking to him. I've done that.

No, you've talked over him and at him, not to him.

I'm trying to save the guy's life, okay?

Yeah, without bothering to earn his trust.

Reg, can you make that call, thanks? Hang on a second.

It's obvious there's something going on for him.

I'm not a shrink. Neither are you.

It's also obvious what YOUR problem is.

And what exactly is my problem, Cate?

We all understand how you must be feeling.

You know what?

I am feeling

like the nurse thinks she knows better than the attending physician.

What's going on here?

You're so smart, why don't you deal with it?

What was that about?

Jack wants to schedule Richard Abbott, the sepsis patient.

Then that's what we're doing. Give me the form.

Cate. I don't want to get cross with you.

Well, go on. Call Security.

You know the drill.

Have you seen Jack? Ambos are on their way with a burns victim.

What am I, an orderly? Let's go.

Hi. Yeah, it's Regina from Emergency.

Poor bugger. He's really struggling.

I'm not surprised.

He was on his own, apparently.

Neighbour called him in. Something about a domestic dispute.

He and his wife must like to spar a bit.

Lionel, can you hear me?

I need to look down your throat.

I'll get another cannula in.

BP's 150/90, pulse is 120, and the SATs are 94%.

We'll have to intubate.

Lionel, your airways are swollen.

I'm going to put a tube down your throat to help you breathe.

Size 8?

Apply cricoid pressure. Give the sucs.

What happened? Hot oil.

Okay, I'm in. Hook him up to the ventilator.

Insert an NGT. He'll need a chest X-ray.

Now would be good.

VINCENT: Tube placement confirmed.

What's going on with this place today?

You tell me, we'll both know.

So, where did you go?

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

Try me.

I went on a retreat.

Like a religious retreat or something?

Yeah.

(laughs)

I knew I shouldn't have told you.

No, it's good.

You did what you had to do.

Please, don't tell me you're signing up for the nunnery again,

'cause I don't want to be the one responsible for that.

(laughs) No, a friend pointed out I needed to get perspective.

So that's what I did.

Do you ever get scared that, um...

..I don't know, that the clock is ticking?

I don't just mean the biological one, but the whole... thing?

You mean, am I afraid I might end up on my own?

With a dozen cats?

Yeah, I'm scared.

Me too.

You know, I've spent my entire life

carving out these niches for myself.

Career woman...

..gay woman.

You know, I even let... Vincent talk me out of having a baby

when we were married.

Can you believe that?

It's all about the right time, isn't it?

"Once I've settled into this job, once I've paid off my mortgage..."

Then you wake up one day,

and you're not sure it'll ever happen.

I've missed you. Yeah, me too.

Me too.

You're alright, aren't you, love?

Lionel, honey, it's me. I'm right here.

I can't believe this has happened.

Sorry, we've gotta go.

They're taking him up to ICU.

Is that how you hurt your hand - throwing hot oil on your husband?

I didn't mean to. We were just yelling at each other.

I've picked the frying pan up off the stove and swung it at him.

I didn't know I'd hurt him that bad.

I wouldn't have left him if I'd known.

He's got his faults, but...

..I still love him.

Yeah, you mentioned that before

when you were eyeing off every other guy that walked past.

You don't know anything about me.

I know enough to know you're in a destructive relationship.

Well, at least I'm in a relationship.

Seems like you're too up yourself to even start one.

Has the doctor explained to you you're cleared to go?

So we get all professional now, do we?

He's written up some analgesia for you.

You can pick it up from the pharmacy.

I'll check the outpatient referral.

Do you even know what love is?

Do ya?

MACHINE BEEPS

What's up?

He's hypotensive. 78/51. His pulse is up 125.

Temperature is 34.4.

He's tachy neg at 35.

What's his output?

Nil in the last hour. I think he's going into septic shock.

We need to keep his volumes up.

Manual BP?

70/47.

We'll need another bag. Start an noradrenaline infusion. 2ml per 500.

5% dex, 3ml per minute. Titrate to BP.

No worries.

Uh, ABG.

You tell me, Jack. He's your patient.

Sorry I walked out, Frank. It won't happen again.

Yes, it will. Until you find a way to resolve this.

I don't know how.

Where is he? Is he alright?

Mrs Abbott, you'll have to wait for the doctor, I'm sorry.

Richard Abbott. Which bed?

Uh...

Hi. I'm Dr Quade. We met before Christmas.

The idiot who called me last time? I hope you've got the right person.

Well, he's through here.

Oh, that poor woman.

Excuse me, could you tell me how I get to Intensive Care, please?

Sure. Down this way.

One day you'll understand.

It's not all roses and champagne, you know.

You wanna tell me what that's all about?

No. Jess?

How's your patient?

Oh, not so good.

And Vincent's patient's taken the last ICU bed, so...

Why do people do that?

Tear each other up 'cause they can't deal with whatever's going on.

It sucks.

Watch yourself, Cate. These conversations never end well.

Go away, Dan.

Bad day for you too, huh? You could say that.

Hey, listen, Jess.

About Vincent...

Forget it. I don't know why I said that.

Oh, no. Not Vincent and I. You and Vincent.

I think it might be because of me that he's acting weird around you.

Remember when you came in with appendicitis?

Yeah.

Well, you were rambling on a bit about him,

and I might've let it slip.

You did not.

I'm sorry. I thought it was so cute. Cate!

Oh, my...

He probably still thinks I've got a crush on him.

Have a word with him. Clear the air. I'm not talking to him.

You are.

What?

You did this, Cate. You can fix it.

Right.

Is he going to be alright?

Now that we're actually able to treat him, I think so.

The infection was pretty severe

and he did leave it quite a long time.

We have the added complication

that he used a dirty cannula to cut himself.

Don't worry, I'm taking blood tests

to make sure he didn't contract anything.

I didn't realise it was this bad.

(mutters incoherently)

We thought he was homeless when he came in.

He's been missing for a... a month now.

I've been beside myself wondering where he is.

You didn't try and call the police?

They assumed we were having marriage problems.

He's been in so much pain

since Graham died.

You'd think I'd have a handle on the twin thing,

having been married to one for so long, but...

(mutters)

Shhh.

It's okay.

The night that it happened - the night his brother died...

..Richard sat up in bed, bolt upright, you know?

Scared the life out of me.

He was just sitting there, tears in his eyes.

He knew.

It was bizarre.

So...

..this behaviour started after his brother died?

That's the weird thing.

It wasn't until a month later that he started getting depressed.

Really depressed.

That's when I realised that he was hurting himself.

Did you see a doctor?

(sniffs)

Begged him to, but...

..he just said that he had to keep "feeling".

Tell me, where does Jack fit into all this?

I told you. I... wouldn't... wouldn't know what to say to him.

Doesn't make it okay to say nothing at all.

Please don't spoil this.

This is the first day that I've felt even close to human...

Yeah. Because you've had a chance to talk about it.

Has he?

I don't know. I don't know.

I saw what Mitch went through.

He needed to grieve as much as I did,

but everyone was so busy looking after me that he was ignored.

I just imagine what Jack's going through.

He... he's not your partner,

but he was the father.

It's not that simple. Yeah, it is.

Give Jack a chance to help you through it.

Give yourself a chance to share it.

What happens after this? What if he keeps hurting himself?

Your husband's being transferred to a high-dependency unit,

and with the Schedule 2 that I had to put in place,

he's going to get assessment and treatment by a psychiatric team.

So, he'll get help. I'll get my husband back?

Yeah, you will.

Has there been any improvement in output?

Slight. 12ml in the last hour.

And his BP is up 90/59.

Richard. Hey there.

Who are you?

Dr Quade.

Were you there?

No. I wasn't.

Richard, you need to let go. Sweetheart, listen to them.

No. You don't know what it's like. He was the other half of me.

And every day I forget that just a little bit more.

That's not right.

So, I have to hurt...

..or it'll be like he was never even here at all.

Doing another runner?

No. There's a phone call for you.

Well, I can't.

It's Charlotte.

Hello, Jack?

Hi.

Listen, I'm sorry it's taken me so long to call you.

The flowers...

(man moans loudly)

Where's my leg?

Sorry Charlotte, I... I...

Jack?

I can't hear that. Sorry, you'll have to say it again.

After work? Nothing. Why?

Yeah, sure. Okay.

See you then.

Ah, Nelson.

The incident report from the varices patient.

Mm-hm.

I've left Von out of it, if that's okay with you.

Perfectly fine.

I hate paperwork, don't you?

You dealt with an emergency. That's what we do here.

No incident, no incident report.

Uh... Have you followed up on him?

Yeah, yeah. He's in high-dependency.

Mmm.

Liver's shot, but apparently the bleeding's under control.

Gastro registrar was very complimentary.

Well, as complimentary as a woman who stares at intestines all day can be.

Of course, I took the credit.

Well, you're the boss.

Yes I am, aren't I?

Vincent.

I've been sent on a mission.

Oh, dear. This sounds serious.

Do you have a problem with Jessica?

No, I don't. Should I?

No.

I'm glad we got that sorted out.

You know, besides the Bonobo ape,

we're the only known species to resolve conflict by having sex.

I did not know that.

And there's a breed of fish that can change sex at will.

That would do away with the need for men altogether.

Yeah, it would, but it sounds boring.

It sounds very attractive to me right now.

You're thinking of giving up sex? Sure.

No, but the animals have got it right.

We get it mixed up with love. At least the sex they have is honest.

And it's usually non-consensual and quite often not much fun.

Good point.

Why do we complicate things so much?

Mac was an idiot to let you go. You know that, don't you?

I was an idiot for falling in love with him.

Oh, come on. Come on.

I'd better get back to work. Yeah. Me too.

Well?

What happened with you and Vincent?

Nothing.

Between you and him... it's all sorted.

Nothing... Everything's alright.

Great.

Ah, Jack. Going out to Beaumont's?

Yeah. Great to hear.

You think? I'm not sure what she wants.

Who knows what women want? I thought that was just me.

They just don't seem to get it

that us blokes invest as much in our kids as they do -

well, most of us, anyway.

I can understand it from Charlotte. After all, it was an accident.

That's crap.

I believe the accident bit. I'm sure that's right.

But the rest is utter piffle.

Anyway, I'm not talking about what Beaumont thinks.

I wanna know what you think.

Frank, you know what I think.

Hmm. Okay, let's try and see it from Beaumont's point of view.

She's gay, right? Or at least when she's sober she's gay.

So, a gay woman wants to have a baby. No problem with that.

I'd rather a gay woman have a baby who actually wants it

than a 15-year-old who doesn't want it.

But then you come along and you're young and fit

and, unfortunately, in love with someone else,

which kind of complicates the issue, doesn't it?

Probably, she's thinking you're out celebrating your close call,

and getting on with your life

while she's locked in the house

wondering how the hell she's going to get through all this.

I just wanted you to get it in perspective

before you went out there.

That's all.

Hi.

What are you doing here?

Are you coming in?

Is Charlotte alright, because she sounded strange on the phone.

Well, she's okay.

Where is she?

Down by the water.

MELANCHOLY MUSIC

I'm so angry.

Really angry.

(cries)