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[simon_doctor]

There is a doctor in the bar.

He's seated in one of the armchairs near the fireplace, drinking coffee laced with citrus liqueur and studying his datareader.

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[gonna_live]

Over in her chair, Kaylee cranes her neck a little, trying to see what's on the screen.

[simon_doctor]

It's a list.

A list of names.

"I don't know," he sighs finally.

[gonna_live]

"...we got time to decide this one." She sounds a little amused. "And it might get easier if we find out what it's going to be."

[simon_doctor]

"We should be able to find that out in the next few weeks."

He taps the datareader, and the list goes dark. "It's not that, it's just that all these names sound so ... generic."

[yankeedoodle_dr]

There is another doctor relatively nearby. The reels of the big tape recorder are slowly spinning as he talks acerbically into the accompanying microphone. "And then there's Major Fink himself. I've told you about Frank, Dad. The only sharp instrument that he should be allowed to hold is a butter knife."

[simon_doctor]

The voice is the first thing to catch Simon's attention.

The mid-20th-century medical scrubs (slightly bloodstained) are the second thing.

[yankeedoodle_dr]

Head in one hand, Hawkeye uses the other (still holding the microphone) to push up the sleeve of his green army-issue jacket. "And he'd probably manage to lose that in the patient. Old Butterfingers himself."

He scrubs his hand over his face and picks up his mug of coffee. "More on better subjects later, Dad." He reaches over and stops the reels from spinning, and takes a long drink of coffee.

[simon_doctor]

The tape recorder's interesting, too; Simon is obscurely reminded of Agent Cooper.

He can't quite suppress a small sound of distaste at the words lose that in the patient.