Sarah Connor

It's been long enough and it's time for Sarah to start facing the music. She can't imagine that two weeks later, George doesn't have some kind of results for her and so she drags herself from bed and forces herself to march right over to him and ask. She's so used to demanding answers that now that there's an answer she desperately doesn't want to hear, she's scared.

She's scared and she's alone and that has never been a good combination with Sarah Connor.

Enough is enough, though. She steels herself and takes a deep breath, waiting for George's Clinic Day before she visits. She lingers outside the door, pacing back and forth, and waits until it's empty to enter.

"George," she says, voice steady and subdued. "Can we talk?"

It only figures, Sarah believes. She gets a doctor and almost can put her trust in the woman and suddenly, she's gone. Just like she's dropped out of time, gone. And really, she knows that the woman had a husband and child and she has no claim. Still, she's relieved that at least the husband hasn't been left behind.

This leaves her with no doctor, though. At least, not yet. She has a chance, though. When it comes time for his clinic shift, that's when she shows up at the door, arms crossed and leaning against the doorway. "Hi," is all she manages with a tight smile, as if somehow he could read her mind and figure out what she's doing there.