The young woman was struck by the gentle touch of the mans hand, and her thumb ran around his palm, half remembering a nursery rhyme her Nan had sung to her in her days as a child about the Teddy Bear in a garden. Though there was courage in his voice she did sense that much of it was for his behest as hers. Thus her action was in her own way trying to comfort him.<br/><br/>“Vere are fings we …we need ta do…” Sarah Jane turned her head to look into his eyes, hers were dark and deep, “She continued to run the rhyme in her head and it almost made her smile with the memory. “Local papers and vat shite…” She seemed to be spinning a yarn twisting a thread with in her mind as her other hand rested upon his thigh.<br/><br/>“And ven well ya work in voss fackin’ parameics fing, looking in ve ‘ospital maybe. I don’t know,” she paused and took a slow breath, still enjoying the contact, “I still know same folks on ve street, vey trast me, and we all see fings, bat cant go tell no one? Everyone finks we are druggies and scam.” Sarah Jane knew she was not good at this, and why she had been chosen for these powers beggared belief.<br/><br/>