It would have been terrible, to be on your own like that, in a new place. I wasn't, thank goodness. After my last experience with the vagaries of the Tesseract, I am really hopeful that I don't ever have to go through such a thing again.
I did! We were on the upper floor of the H&M on Times Square, in our own changing stalls, when the electricity went out because of some trouble with a man outside. She was far along as it was, but was looking for a dress for this weekend because of a family gathering. I suppose the surprise sent her into labor, I'm not sure. In any case, I helped her, along with this world's Mr. Barton, and she had a little girl, and I accompanied them to the hospital and that is really the story. Although she seemed intent on naming the baby after me. Which is ridiculous, she had a lovely name picked out before I came along.