“Bostram! I’m pregnant!” cried Martha. Bostram picked her up, swung her around in glee and finished by holding her close.
“Martha, I am not risking the life of my child in this asylum. Tonight we leave”.
Martha and Bostram fled to a stable he had once worked at as a teen. The owners had moved overseas, and besides a caretaker who came to check on things once a week, the place was empty. He crept into the stable and pulled up the latch-door, revealing a hidden, safe, fully-equipped bomb shelter; plenty of room for them and their unborn child.
Martha and Bostram were safe, and free at last.