Sitting down, she takes out her phone absently, her mind miles away to a small, psychotic ridden town and accompanying high school.

He picks up, sounding tired.

"Hey..."

Returning from the park, Sara dropped her jacket on the back of a chair and curled up on a couch, one hand touching her stomach.

The other reached for the phone and she dialed the number without looking.

"Hi, Gil. It's me..."