Before Bette can decline Tina volunteers to go get the drinks for all.

“So where were we”  Al joins the little ones, and turns the page of the album.

Cambridge, England 1991

Bette is far far away in dreamland tasting the finest chocolate this world had to offer

“Answer the phone Bette”

Bette looks up “I’m kinda busy right now Tina”

“Answer the phone Bette” Tina demanded

Why does she keep saying that we’re on an empty beach, there is no phone, no sooner had that thought entered her mind, when she heard the shrill sound of a ringing phone.

In an instant her surroundings changed from heaven to the darkness of her room, the ringing had stopped, she just had time to glance at the clock which read 01:43 am  and Tina time 17:43, when the ringing started again.

“Tina”

“No Bette it’s Al….”  Al’s tone was grave enough for panic to set in, whatever Al’s next words where she just knew they couldn’t be good.

“Tina..” All further attempts at speech stuck in her throat nothing was getting past the huge lump that had instantly taken up residence.

“Bette..there’s been an accident….Tina’s…..”

At these words Bette dropped the phone from her grasp and she sank to the floor.

Helena jumped out of bed at the sight before her.

“Bette….” Helena placed her hands on Bette’s shoulders.  “Bette….talk to me….what’s happened”  realising any attempt at obtaining any information out of Bette right now was futile, Helena picked up the phone.

Thanks to Helena’s jet and Peggy’s insistence, within 24 hours Bette and Helena spotted Al in the hospital foyer, Helena had filled Bette in with the details she had received from Al during the journey,  which apart from that had passed in relative silence.

“Thank god your here”  Al said arms outstretched in an attempt to give and receive a miniscule amount of comfort.

“Is she awake”  Bette asked breaking free of Al’s embrace.

“No…not yet but the doctors are hopeful it should be anytime soon”  

“Take me to her”  

At the mono tonal sound of Bette’s voice coupled with her glazed look,  Al looked at Helena questioningly, mouthing “what the fuck”

“May I suggest you take her to Tina….now”  Helena softly demanded.