The last thing Claude heard was the Head Doctor's voice faintly filtering into the corridors of the ship before he found himself tucked beneath the sheets of his bed. It took a moment to register he'd even changed locations, but then he he abruptly sat up, fought the wave of nausea that washed over him, and felt the blankets beneath his fingers. ( Read more... )

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The place was quiet, which made the situation too eerie for Matt to properly relax - which he needed to do at that moment. After the whole Kira mess went down, he was pretty sure they - the cops, those crazy Kira supporters (guns totally optional), and probably Near too - scoured the area looking for him. His car was probably impounded, ( Read more... )

Meanwhile, a nearly-empty Institute prepared for its unusually usual day of activity. Nurses bustled through the day rooms, tidying them up in the absence of large crowds, while just a sliver of sunlight showed through the high roof of the Sun Room. Although it was drizzling in Doyleton, it seemed the higher altitude of Landel's had spared it from ( Read more... )