Staring down at the small plastic stick in your hands didn't make it feel any more real.

How the hell did this happen?

Well, you knew how it happened. Nights with your boss hadn't exactly been planned, but you'd thought that he was too old to have kids... or maybe he'd had a vasectomy: he'd not worried about protection.

Staring down at the stick in your hands, you put it into your pocket and stood in front of the door to Shepherd's office, trying not to throw up with the anxiety.