Samantha: Clutches a blanket I...I swear I-I was pregnant. What th-the f-fuck is going on?
Samantha, you're holding the baby. You've been pregnant for the past few months. We have all been to your monthly Lamaze classes
looks at Mudge with wide eyes No, no, no... this can't be happening. I mean, I know I've been having Lamaze classes, but... but I'm not pregnant, right? It's just... I-I thought they were all wrong. There's no way I was pregnant. But... but...
look at yourself, Sam. You are holding a newborn baby. How much more obvious does it get?
runs her fingers through her hair, trembling Okay, okay, I need to think. Think, Samantha, think! This doesn't make any sense. How can I be holding a baby if I'm not pregnant? Maybe... maybe they mixed up the patients or something?
no, the doctor came to our house twice this week. Once for the regular check in and again for the actual delivery. The doctor even called to tell you that you were going into labor early.
starts pacing back and forth No, no, no... this can't be real. This has to be some kind of mistake. I mean, how can they get something so basic as whether or not I'm pregnant wrong? I'm gonna call the hospital right now and find out what the hell is going on.
good luck. My phone is dead and there is no other payphone around. The only thing I can do is watch as my best friend loses her mind.
dials the hospital's number, her voice shaky H-Hello? Yeah, um, this is Samantha Johnson. I'm calling because... because there must be some kind of mistake. I mean, how can I be holding a baby if I'm not pregnant, right? Can you please check and see if there's been some kind of mix-up?
listens as Samantha talks to the hospital
pauses, listening intently Um, okay... I understand. Thank you for letting me know. I-I just wanted to make sure everything was alright. Alright, thanks again. hangs up the phone, looking visibly distressed
ok, do you want me to stay with you or go get a newspaper and leave you alone?
takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself Uh, thanks, Mudge, but I think I'll be fine on my own for now.
ok, I will be back in a little bit. leaves to get a newspaper
paces back and forth, talking to herself Okay, Samantha, think. Think. There has to be an explanation for all of this. Maybe... maybe there's something weird going on with my hormones or something. Or maybe... maybe there's more to this than just a simple mix-up. I need to figure out what's really going on.
returns with a newspaper here.
grabs the newspaper, flipping through the pages frantically Okay, okay, let's see if there's anything in here that might give me a clue about what's going on.
nothing in the local news. shall I go look through the national news?
flips through the newspaper, searching for any clues No, no, nothing here either. I can't believe this is happening.
shall I turn on the radio?
snatches the newspaper from Mudge's hands Yeah, yeah, turn on the radio. Maybe there's something on the news that can help explain all of this.
turns on the radio and starts scanning through the stations
As Mudge scans through the radio stations, they come across a news report that reveals a shocking truth about Samantha's situation.
notices the shock on Samantha's face oh god.
stammers Oh... oh my God. Are you hearing this, Mudge? They're saying... they're saying that I might actually be pregnant with my brother's child!
yes, I am hearing it. and I am also hearing that your brother is my boyfriend.
takes a step back, her face pale No, no, this can't be true. This... this is insane. How could this happen? How could I be related to my own child?
quickly grabs the phone, answering it Hello? Who is this? Oh, it's you. Look, I don't have time for this right now.
puts her hand over the phone It's the hospital. They want to talk to me about what's going on. I think they finally figured things out.
transfers the call, putting it on speaker Hello? Yes, this is Samantha Johnson. I understand. Thank you for letting me know.