Sefton stood immediately out of the way of the door, silently watching the interplay between doctor and nurse. The tension, disbelief, worry and apparent need for secrecy kept him highly on edge and he could only imagine scenario after scenario, each substantially worse than the last.

Once he got to the very bottom of the rung, he whispered, "S'... s' he... dead?" The worst of his fears: coming all this way and having no family to rely on, nothing to do but be sent back without someone to take him as their responsibility, not even mentioning the fact that he might have had an entire other half of him that he would never, ever get to meet. His heart clenched painfully with each breath he took.