She barely hears him get out of bed to leave the following morning. He is up, and out the door before dawn ever rolls around. Her alarm clock goes off while it's still dark outside. She reaches for the lamp to flip it on, but nothing happens. She groans as she rolls over.

One more week, and she'll be finished with this operation. Then she won't have to worry about staying under cover, or her temporary position with the DEA. She won't have to think about pretending to be happily married in order to keep her partner safe. By the time the week is over the small task force she's working with will be able to bring down a major player in drug trafficking the United States.

When it's all over she can move on. Within a month she'll return to Boston as if nothing has ever happened. When people ask her where she went she can reply that it's classified, and not have to discuss it. The perfect plan.

She sits up in bed, and places her hand in what could be described as a puddle. She angrily reaches for the flashlight. She flips it on, and shines it at the black ball of fur asleep at the head of her bed.

"Really, Oakley? I know that you are territorial, and you don't like Nick to sleep in here, but it's not okay for you to pee in the bed."

The dog doesn't even open her eyes during the lecture. Jane rises from the bed, and begins to peel the linens off the bed. As she pulls on the fitted sheet she realizes that she's wet too. She lets go of the sheet, and heads into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. She flips on the battery operated lantern on the bathroom counter for occasions such as this, that seem to be rather frequent.

Amidst her panic she remembers about the back up generator. She treks down the stairs to the first floor, and then on to the basement. With her flashlight in hand she is able to locate the generator. She prays that there is gasoline in it as she flips the switch. She sighs in relief as the unit begins to purr. She makes her way from the basement back up the stairs to the master suite. She heads into the closet, and pulls out clothes for the day. She heads into the bathroom, and flips on the light. Remembering the wet bed clothes she returns to the bedroom, and proceeds to strip the bed.

She tosses the linens in the laundry hamper in the bathroom. She peels off her clothes, and chucks them in the hamper too. She turns on the shower, and steps inside. As the water begins to circle the drain she notices that it is discolored. She looks down at her leg, and finds a thick liquid dripping down her thigh towards the drain. She stands as still as a statue for a moment, hoping that she's mistaken. As the adrenaline from being in the dark begins to wear off she realizes that she's in pain. She finishes her shower, certain that a five minute shower will not change the outcome of the situation. She pulls her sopping wet hair up into a towel. She grabs a second towel and wraps it around her body.

She takes a deep breath, trying to remain calm. She stands in the bathroom mirror, draped in a towel as she combs her hair. Without warning the electricity cuts out again. Standing in the dark she tries to recall the last time they put gas in the generator. Her recollection is foggy as the pain becomes closer, and more intense with each contraction.

She heads into the bedroom, and pulls on a sundress. The storm is over, but the sun still isn't visible. She exits the bedroom, and tries to maintain her composure as she walks down the stairs. She has to stop midway down to grip the handrail, as she writhes in pain. She makes it to the bottom of the stairs, and waddles into the kitchen. She pours a scoop of dog food into the bowl, and grabs her keys off the kitchen table. She exhales as she pulls the door open. She steps outside onto the porch, and finds a path of destruction. There is a branch lying in the yard that narrowly missed the porch. She walks to the other end of the porch, and she heads towards the driveway. She stops dead in her tracks as she stares at the vehicle in front of her. There is a sizeable branch across the windshield. She heads to the end of the driveway, contemplating walking to the neighbor's house.

She stares into the road, and finds a downed power line two hundred yards from her house. She looks to the left, and finds a telephone line lying across the road in a field. Walking down the road is entirely out of the question. She turns around, and goes back into the house. She grabs her cell phone, and unlocks the screen. It only takes her a millisecond to realize that she has no service. She proceeds to the landline. She picks up the receiver, and finds that it's dead, obviously.

As she looks out the window towards the neighbor's house in desperation, she realizes that both of their vehicles are gone. The husband is a volunteer fireman, and the wife is a nurse at the local E.R. The one medical professional with in a two mile radius, and she's at the hospital, ten miles away. Her contractions continue to increase in severity.

She makes her way out of the kitchen towards the stairs. She stops at the back of the couch in the living room. She lowers herself to the ground. She rests on her hands, and knees. After the contraction passes she soldiers on, insistent that she can't have a baby on the living room floor.

She manages to make it to the upstairs bathtub. She pulls back the curtain, and the light from the rising sun streams in through the window. She looks down, and realizes that her phone is still in her hand. She places it on the bathroom counter as she gathers towels, and an unused medicine dropper from Oakley's puppy days. She finds a pair of scissors, and a hair clip. She locates a box of matches, and rubbing alcohol. She dumps alcohol on the scissors, and strikes a match, effectively sanitizing them. She places them in a freshly laundered wash cloth. She moves her supplies to the ledge of the bathtub.

In a fit of irrational thought she grabs her phone, and dials the first number that comes to her mind.

"Jane?" The voice on the other end startles her as she hadn't expected the call to go through.