Dr. Charlene Wilson

The pain was beginning to really get bad, starting at the base of her spine and burning its way upward. She blinked and looked around in all directions. Had someone been calling for a doctor?

She took off her glasses, which were sweat-soaked. She wiped the lenses with the hem of her shirt. Much better.

There was a tall brunette walking toward her. "Are you okay? 
 

Helena Peabody

Damnit! Damnit, damnit, damnit!

The doctor was nowhere in sight. Helena had thought that she estimated just fine where the voice had been coming from, but she never thought to figure in if the doctor was on the move. Why shout with offerings of help if you were just going to bugger off in another direction altogether? Foolish. Simply foolish.

Her legs burned, and she finally gave in to the common sense part of her brain and stopped running, nearly collapsing when her knees buckled beneath. Breath coming in sharp gasps, she kept an eye open for anything that might look like her children, but her hopes were starting to sink.

That was when she saw the lone child walking on the beach, moving toward something that looked like two other people.

Wilson?

"Wilson!"

She ran toward the boy, shouting her son’s name and not even bothering to consider that he might not be who she hoped.