"Oh thank God." Fran cried. Jem"s eyes slowly blinked open and began to focus on her sister"s tear streaked face through the slowly clearing fogginess behind her eyes. "Can you hear me, are you alright? Where does it hurt?" As Jem slowly started to absorb the scene above her she saw more concerned faces and heard noise, commotion, the wail of a siren. Not a bomb"s wail but confirmation that help was coming or help was there. But why would it be a bomb, why would someone, a man, call her Jane? Why did the name feel absolutely right when she was Jemima? Why did the name Jane seem to call her home?
"It"s alright; the ambulance is on its way. You"ll be fine. You"ll be ok." Fran offered a tiny reassuring smile.
Jem now realised that she was lying in the road, but she felt no pain just the col
