It was a wet night, but the storm had finished, done its worst, which wasn't much of anything, compared to some. The trees were shining black in the motor lamps as Haggerty was driven home.

She leaned back, allowing herself this brief respite and closed her eyes. It had been a full day, a long 1, and now she had only to scribble instructions for the pharmacist.

Tomorrow she would face the directors again and plead for a new clinic. Haggerty opened her eyes in time to see the tree. She was thrown into it through glass and bled to death in the road. People said you couldn't trust cabs anymore.