Pippa looked at him, her eyes clear, though tired. "He is gone. I am merely tired, but that is normal as of late." She touched the swell she could no longer hide or deny. "I have to be strong for the child. It isn't their fault that I acted foolishly." She gave a slight, sad smile, her eyes suspiciously wet before she closed them with a flinch.

"I want my mother, Dr. Wells .. she would know what to do. She always knew what to do when I got myself into a mess. I'm rather scared, if I am to be candid." Her voice was tight and the words were halting in nature, and despite her best efforts, her face crumpled and she let out the stupid sob that she had managed to hold back up until that moment. "And my brother... He would have protected me if he had known what was going to happen.... And most of all, I miss papa. He would have hugged me and not ket go until I begged with a smile." And then there were no words after that, her grief readily apparent.