It was another quiet, uneventful night when Hayley had a strange dream. She was running along the beach. The same beach she ran with Dianne. But this time, Dianne wasn't the person accompanying her: It was Allen.
A few days later, Tom was chatting a friend of his. His friend had decided to move, but didn't know where.
And being the generous guy that Tom was, he invited his friend to live with him and the rest of the group.
And at the same time he pressed "SEND" on the message, Marcia felt searing pain.
Luckily, Kate was standing nearby to be able to be the one to yell "OHMYGOODNESS" and attract the attention of all residing in the house. Marcia attempted to continue screaming, but the sounds couldn't escape her mouth.
"That's going to happen to me!!" Kate screeched, focusing on herself rather than the woman in labor less than five feet in front of her.
Peter rushed over. He was screaming, also. Not because of the gruesome image, but because he knew he indirectly caused her pain.
Kate covered her eyes.
And then, Penelope Brown was born.
Marcia had just finished putting Penelope into her new crib, when Tom approached the two.
"So she's mine?" he asked.
Marcia looked away.
"Yes," She lied. She hadn't been telling very much of the truth recently.
Tom came over and wrapped Marcia in a big hug.
"We can do this,"
Meanwhile, Kate felt a twinge in her stomach.
And that twinge grew into a crippling pain.
She was immediately rushed to the hospital, because something wasn't right.
And as she was rushed out the back door, someone was at the front door....
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