Shit. That was the one word that rang through Michael's mind for what felt like several minutes after the revelation. Yes, that had been the thing he was trying to hide in the back of his mind. No hiding from it now. She was pregnant. He was going to be a father. Was he? What kind of a father would he be? What should he do? Finally he managed to say something, whispering with a dry mouth, "My name's Michael. Michael Corner. And, um... I'm sorry?" That was an awful thing to say, it wasn't as though he'd gotten her pregnant on purpose, but it was all he could think of. Better than cursing out loud, anyway.