Rebecca: Are you sure? I mean don't you want to give her to your mum or something?
Pam: My mum is dying of cancer. She will be dead within a couple of months. So I am gonna tell Amy and give her this.
Pam felt under her pillow and pulled out a silver locket.
Pam: It has a picture of her birth mum in it but she can open it in her own time. Amy dear, come here.
Amy: Yes mummy.
Pam: I just want you to know that you are a very special little girl. Somewhere out there you have another mummy and daddy. If I go to Heaven, I want you to live with her.
She placed the locket in Amy's little palm.
Pam: Inside there is a picture of your other mummy. You can look in it whenever you want.
Amy: Alright mummy. But I don't want to look in it just yet. I love you.
Pam: Love you too baby.
Just then the nurse came in
Nurse: Visiting time is up.
Pam started to breathe very heavily and inbetween those breaths she said " Good-Bye " and the hospitals machine's steady beeping turned into 1 long beep and Pamela's hand dropped.
Amy: Mummy?
Nurse: It looks like we have lost her. I'm sorry but there is nothing we can do.
Rebecca: C'mon Amy. I think we should go.

Ronnie had just gone out for a walk after booking herself into a local B&B. Taking in the warm air of Telford she walked into a park a sat herself down on the bench near the sandbox. It was empty, just like her heart. All there was was sand. Then a woman walking along with a small blonde girl stopped.
Woman: Go on Amy. Why don't you go play in the sandbox.
Amy just went and sat in the sandbox and the woman went to sit down next to Ronnie. Ronnie just stared at Amy then started to talk to the woman.
Ronnie: She yours?
Woman: No, I work with social services. Her parents and her little brother died of a car crash and the mother wanted to give her to her birth mum. Amy was adopted you see? Anyways I have aid enough already.
Ronnie: No. What is her birth mum's name?
Woman: Emmm, Veronica Mitchell. I don't suppose you know her?

Ronnie: I am her. I am Veronica Mitchell.
Woman: Really? Well, can I see some ID please?
Ronnie: Course.
Ronnie opened her big brown handbag and dug through it looking for a little folder. She found it and inside it was her driving lisence and her passport. She handed it to the woman.
Ronnie: There you go.
Woman: Well lady. You just made my job a whole lot easier.
Ronnie: And, she's my daughter.
Woman: She's your daughter. Amy come over here please.
Amy: Yes.
Woman: Y'know how mummy said you had another mummy.
Amy: Yeah.
Woman: Well this is your other mummy.
Ronnie: Hi, Amy.
Amy: Hello.
Woman: You don't mind coming down to our office do you?
Ronnie: Of course not.
The social worker led Ronnie and Amy to the car and drove them to her office.
Woman: So we will have to discuss housing, court dates all of that but first. Do you want custody over the child. Are you ready to look after Amy.
Ronnie: Yes, yes I am.
Woman: And where are you living?
Ronnie: Well, I have a flat in London but I think I will be moving down to Walford, with my Auntie.
Woman: And do you have a job to support Amy?
Ronnie: Well my auntie owns a pub down in Walford so I was planning on working there.
Woman: Well Miss Mitchell, you are in a very fit state to look after little Amy so the adoption should be processed within a week or two. Until then Amy will be staying in care but you can take her out on day trips and stuff, but no funny-business.
Ronnie: Thank-you Miss?
Woman: Just call me Kate.
Ronnie: Alright Kate. You can call me Ronnie.