Broadmoor! That was it! Elsie managed, through the contraction, to remember the gentleman's name. At least she had that going for her. It was a rare moment of clarity at a time like this. This pause was quicker than the last. The irregularity of time between and duration urged Elsie forward once more. Once they came at regular intervals, she was doomed. Bentley's delivery hadn't been short by any means, but her mother had warned her this next one could go more quickly, her body having done it before remembered the steps.

"I suppose I could use the help." Mr. Broadmoor had graciously kept pace and she took his offered arm, trying not to squeeze too hard. "It's just around the corner." One more street down, then halfway down Lion's Roar. She could do this.

Another, this time unfamiliar, voice asked a rather abrupt question and Elsie turned her head to look at the source. Brows furrowed in a rare flare of annoyance, she decided to ignore the comment, choosing instead to focus on her destination. That was of course until another intense contraction gripped her, stopping her once again. Her breath came in ragged pants as she tried not to cry out.