Wisely they let the grimy cover, the last memory of the past nine months on their baby dry into her paper-thin skin and they only took her away for the few quick examinations but as soon as the tiny girl welcomed them with an orcanic cry a nurse returned the nestling to the proud father, only wrapped in a clean sheet, a serial of numbers plus her name around her wrist on a plastic stripe:<em>Simmons-Richardson, Corinna</em>.<br/>"She's all yours know, happy parents, healthy and strong."<br/>Yes, visibly her colour normalized as well and a vivid pink blinked at the world around her from under the yellow-red stains.<br/>"Let me feel her, let me feel her...!" Imma's weakening voice was begging, the woman trying to lift her head from the table, while Doc and Aelina shook their heads in the same frustrated and angry way...<br/>