Jordie's trying to figure out whether or not he needs medical attention; he can't think straight. He's so cold, so tired.

He's stumbling toward the Security office, bracing himself on the table as he goes, eyes on the ground.

He doesn't see the woman nearby.

It's the curls that won't quit, and the big eyes, that draw his attention ( Read more... )

At 1658, Dr. Llewellyn Jordan leaves his office, humming tunelessly under his breath, bag slung over his shoulder, tie loosened, jacket folded over his arm ( Read more... )

The wave says this:

The shrink thought I should send these to you ( Read more... )