After a long night spent celebrating the reopening of the Gerrison pub, Polly returned home. The rain pouring down on the unpaved road made it muddy and slippery. Her hand slowly made its way into her handbag as she tried, almost desperately, to find her front door key. Her thoughts remained on last night. She wasn't normally one to get drunk for no reason, especially not to the extent she had done yesterday, but she justified the accusation she was making to herself that this time she had a reason to drink, and a very good one at that.

A few days ago, her nephew Thomas had managed to find out the addresses of her children. Her children Baby...and Michael. Her children, the ones the authorities had taken from her when they were so small. And no one had ever told her what had happened to her little angels. For years it had torn her heart apart, and now not even her own nephew would tell her. "If you know, you'll do something stupid." Was his justification.

But today everything was about to change. She was still searching in vain for her key before her gaze slid to her front door for the first time and she spotted a girl Baby and Michael... standing in front of it, who Both.. seemed to be waiting.