"She's just what?"
The minute these words were out, Tim suddenly felt a pang in his heart. He frowned pressing a hand against it: "What happened to her?"
"Miss Roberts, she..."
"Ah" a painful scream interrupted his thoughts, "Tim, help..."
Not far away, Rachel was sitting on the ground in an awkward position. She was covering her ankle with her hand, and looked as if in great pain. And standing next to her, was a little boy holding a shabby football in his hands and he seemed at a loss what just happened.
"Mr. Jones? Mr. Jones?" Not hearing a reply, Jack called out anxiously.
Tim didn't hear a word of what Jack had just said. He decided: "Yeah I'm listening. Look, Rachel got an injury. I need to check up on her. You deal with Nancy and the hospital."
"But Mr. Jones, Miss Roberts..
