Janey quickly returned to the house, where John and this mysterious woman were stood. The woman looked about sixty, and Janey did not have a clue who she was.
"Who are you?" asked Janey.
"Janey?" asked the woman.
"Yes. I am Janey Morrison. Can you please explain to me who you are and what you want to give me?"
"I'll explain who I am now. You don't know me, but I certainly know you. I came back as soon as I found out you had woken up".
"What is it?"
"Well, my name is Emily. I am John's old friend. Do you remember Marilyn?"
"Of course I do!"
"Well, I am Marilyn's daughter, and she was pregnant with me when you went into the coma".
Janey stopped and stared. "So, you are the child that Marilyn was carrying?"
"Yes. I am. I know you've been awake for four months now, but you see, I've been away to America visiting my sister and her family, and I've only just got back a few weeks ago. I ran into John this morning, and he told me that you had woken up".
"So, this is the woman you were talking about, who said that she knew all about me?" Janey asked John.
"Yes. Emily knows exactly what happened to you when you were taken into hospital", replied John.
"Which leads me to what I want to give you. I'll give you a lift to my house, where it is".
On the way there, Janey did not say much, because she was wondering what Emily wanted to give her.
"So", said Emily, "I was really surprised to find out that you had woken up after all this time".
"It's some scientific explanation, the doctor said", replied Janey, "I don't want this to sound rude, but can you please tell me what you want to give me?"
"I don't want to tell you now", replied Emily, "I want it to be a surprise to you".
"You know, your mother saw me shoot myself".
"I know she did. She told me all about you".
"When did she die?"
"She died about twenty years ago, aged eighty. She lived a very happy life".
"Except for that day".
"My mother always told me that nobody was to blame for any of this. You just happened to walk on the road, your grandmother just happened to die, that car just happened to run into your mother".
"You have done your homework, haven't you?"
"I've got more to tell you, if you don't know already. We're here now".
Emily let Janey into her house. It was marvellous.
"This was originally my parents' house", said Emily, "my father was a businessman, in case you forgot".
"This is spectacular", said Janey.
"Please, sit down", said Emily, "and feel free to get any drink you want. I'll go and get it upstairs.
Janey was excited to see what Emily had for her. She was starting to have ideas about what it was, but she was not entirely sure.
Emily then returned, and gave Janey what she thought she would never see again: the photograph of her father.
"I wanted you to have it", said Emily, "you see, when the people came to clear out the house, my mother took the photograph, because they were going to take every last thing in that house. My mother rescued the photograph".
"Oh, thank God!" cried Janey, "and thank you so much!"
Janey felt fulfilled now. She was distraught when she thought she would never see the photograph again.
"Have you got any of my mother?" asked Janey.
"I have, as a matter of fact", replied Emily, walking over to the cupboard. She took out a box of photographs, and showed Janey some of their mothers when they were younger.
"You can keep them", said Emily, "I've got plenty of my mother. They're better off with you".
"Thank you for doing this for me", said Janey, "you've made my day".
"Well, I did it for your mother, really. When I took that photograph of your father over to her, she told me to give it to you if you ever woke up".
Janey thought for a moment about what Emily had just said.
"You took the photograph to...my mother?"
"But my mother's dead".
"What?" said Emily, "you don't know?!"
"Your mother is still alive".