It was hell walking to the hospital. The fog covered everything. It was thick, so thick the sidewalk could be barely made out. It smelled vile. Patsy and Delia were happy they had Nonnatus House as a safe haven, at least until they could finally move into their flat. For others living in the East End, they couldn’t escape this fog that had the potential to be as lethal as the fog of 1952.

Patsy and Delia walked side by side. When they reached the hospital, they couldn’t embrace each other. They shared knowing looks before going their separate ways.