Locking up the house she'd been trying to sell for days with the spare key, Freyr jogged briskly down the sidesteps to the house's garage space in a pair of black pumps, work Louboutins stashed in her handbag. Her car waited, a Range Rover Sport, in metallic grey. Indy had always accused her of having a 'WAG attitude' in that a 4x4 was highly impractical given where they lived. Freyr didn't care, it was fast, comfy and people got out of her way quicker than in her old Fiat. Throwing all of her stuff in the back, Freyr climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine; it came alive with an eager roar. Making sure she was settled in the plush leather interior, Freyr checked her phone like she always did after work. She'd had three missed calls from Mr Ingram as well as a text from Doctor Nguyen.

[This is a message to everyone on my practitioner's contact list. Please schedule an appointment to come in for precautionary jabs ASAP.]

Plugging her phone into the hands-free system installed on her car, Freyr popped her faithful Rover into first gear and blipped the gates with the spare blipper. Displaying a rattly sigh, the side gates opened for her and closed again when she zoomed through. Once she'd got onto the freeway headed to the flat by Centennial Olympic park, Freyr called up Mr Ingram. It rang and rang, until he picked up on the last ring. "Hello?" He sounded stressed and...was he crying? "Hello mister Ingram, it's Freyr Laurent. Did you call me earlier?" The man on the other side didn't say anything for a few seconds, though she thought she could hear heavy breathing over the line. "Yes i, i did call you. I called you to cancel the appointment we have. It's my wife you see, she's been in an accident." Freyr put one hand to her open mouth, swerving the car a little bit. "Oh my god, that's terrible. Is Majorie okay?" Freyr didn't know Harvey Ingram that well, but his wife had gone to college with her, they'd been firm friends. "I don't know! The doctors won't let me see her, I've been stuck in this waiting room for hours." Freyr turned off the main road, heading down a smaller route which got her to the flat quicker. "Is there anything i can do?" She asked after a few more seconds of awkward silence. Mr Ingram remained still, content to breath heavily down the phone.

"Harvey, are you alright?"

"Yes, there is something you can do. Marjorie would love to see you. You should come down."

"I thought you said they weren't letting anyone in."

"They aren't, but maybe you could convince them."

Those words and the way he said them sent a chill down Freyr's spine. She hadn't talked to Mr Ingram a whole lot, but she knew there was something not quite right going on with him. She decided to end the call. "Listen Harvey, I'm driving at the moment and it's a bit hectic down here but i'll tell you what. Let me get back to the flat, get some stuff together, and then i can start to make my way down there. Phone me the moment they let you in, and i'll head over okay?" Half committing, genius. "Okay, hurry." The line went dead. Freyr wasn't 100% certain that she would go to the hospital. Certainly not if she was just going to be stuck in a waiting room with Marjorie's creepy husband. She'd talk to Indy about it when he got back. Traffic was heavy, there were people out of their cars trying to get some air in the blistering June weather; luckily Freyr had made it to within one mile of the Flat, it wouldn't take long now.