FTEC, Saturday, (9/10) - The Clinic of Dramatic Events
Scully was checking on people. People who were there looking randomly ill. Did they have cancer? Maybe they had ebola! Maybe it was an alien narcotic coursing through their system, transforming them into flies-- no, wait, she'd already experienced that.
Whatever. She was a triple doctorate Ph.D and a Federal Agent; she would solve it.
Also, now she was eating for two. Mostly pistachio ice cream and green Jell-O. She'd have to call Bruce, her secret husband, and let him in on the impending happy event soon!
A pie plate floated after her without her noticing it. The nurses hummed an old spooky television theme, looking knowing.
[Open! one sec for threads! OCD up!]
Whatever. She was a triple doctorate Ph.D and a Federal Agent; she would solve it.
Also, now she was eating for two. Mostly pistachio ice cream and green Jell-O. She'd have to call Bruce, her secret husband, and let him in on the impending happy event soon!
A pie plate floated after her without her noticing it. The nurses hummed an old spooky television theme, looking knowing.
[Open! one sec for threads! OCD up!]