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Abi rants and Nina flies

 Abi was still ranting.  She liked a good rant, which was just as well as she was getting married to Kevin, a man who also enjoyed moaning about things, and with such a background story who could blame him?

"Who killed my Seb?"

"Has she said anything yet?"

"Who killed my Seb?"

"She must remember something."

"Who killed my Seb?"

"My Seb is dead, and she's still alive."

"Who killed my Seb?"

"Just the kebab thanks."

"Who killed my Seb?"

It was a good question.  We all wanted to know. Little Angel Kelly was number one suspect. A child so pure that crowds parted to allow her to pass, out of awe (and not fear as some suggested).

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Nina was free. She had escaped the hospital by painting her face white and feigning death.  The hospital was short of medically trained staff, owing to Covid, Peter's transplant, Grace's baby's birth (following her fall from grace), people being hit by cars, assault victims, and so on.  The medical set and staff were over-used and under-staffed, and so porters often carried out patient checks.  When the porter saw Nina looking so pale, he naturally assumed that she had not had her contract renewed and so he wheeled her to the morgue.

Once down there it was relatively easy to escape.  She simply climbed over the pile of bodies (Uncle Albert and Ena Sharples lying one on top of the other.  In life as in death?)

No one had cleared out the morgue for a while and with Coronation Street's high death rate the bodies soon agglomerated.  Perhaps it was from here that Boris got his idea to pile bodies high in the streets.

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"Who killed my Seb?"

Abi was still asking.  Then Nina appeared, drifting along the street as if on wheels, the very essence of a photographic negative of Miss Havisham.

"You killed my Seb, you freak," opined Abi.

"No, I don't think so.  I just can't remember."

"You did because of the way you dress to make yourself stand out.  Why can't you just live an ordinary life like me? I'm just an ordinary drug-taking ex-con whose children are in care, and whose quiet demeanour never attracts attention."

Nina was speechless.  She turned and spread out her arms, flapped gently and flew off like a massive bat.

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