"I pulled some strings and Dr Shepherd is going to see you on Saturday at 10:30. Is that going to be suitable?" Hank asked.
Faith exhaled a breath she hadn't realised she was holding. "That's great, really great. Thanks again."
Hank was quiet for a moment. "Are you expecting something to be found?"
"I'm not sure," Faith replied. "Either I have something in there, or I'm going crazy. And I'm not sure which one I'd prefer."
"I understand," he told her. "Either is a horrible possibility."
"Exactly. I can't hope for either," she sighed. "But listen, thanks."
"You're very welcome, I hope it all goes well."