"Chelsea Cloisters," Serena says, something she's committed to memory. She doesn't feel like she should move into anywhere her kidnappers have arranged for her but it isn't as if she has any other choice. She and her son will need a place to live.

"A nurse tried to show me how to use it to take some pictures of the baby but I don't remember the half of it," she admits, digging for the phone and passing it over to Beth. There's nothing on there but the number for emergencies, the number to call if she needs to speak to her midwife and then two or three shaky photos of George in her arms, both of their eyes closed.