She books the flight not quite sure if she'll actually leave, working hard to turn joy into nonchalance. She isn't alone completely. Her boyfriend is away from home but his constant phone calls make his presence felt.

"We can’t do this, not now," he says.

"I know," she replies, wanting to mean it - wanting more than anything else to please him.

She makes the flight and is picked up by her mother, light cramps accompanying her during the drive to the house where she grew up.

"Don’t do it". She hears the thought like a voice. Was this the voice hidden in the cramps? The sound invades all her thoughts and even as she sits with her mother at home, and then later in the waiting room, she ignores it.The little pill the nurse gives her doesn't even silence it completely, only the anesthesia does.

When she awakes it is another voice she hears; her unborn child asking, "why did you kill me?"