The racket coming from the ward worried Timmy. No wonder they'd insisted he stay outside. Poor Angeline – but such a sweet reward.

A child! A new beginning. He had to change, he had to leave this business, to be a proper father – he had to allow this child to be totally different from him. To not be a criminal.

He paced frantically round the corridor. Names! They'd hardly discussed that yet... Nicholas? Alexander?

Then the nurse was calling. He rushed in, straight to his wife's side.

“Your son.” Angeline beamed. “Now, don't argue – we're calling him Artemis.”

A new beginning...