Owen glanced over at Martha skeptically. "When does it ever make any sense?"
"No, but I mean..." She tilted her head, peering into the chest cavity. "It's just gone. No wounds, no... anything."
Owen leaned in over her shoulder to look, and Martha resisted the urge to elbow him, despite not being entirely comfortable with him standing so close to her. "D'you see that... goo all over the ribs? And the way the ventricles are kind of... dribbly? It's like..."
"It melted," Martha said, with a mixture of amazement and disgust - par for the course here, she'd learned.
"Yes!" Owen said, and he and Martha exchanged a quick high five, mostly, at least on Martha's part, because it meant they could stop staring at a dead body and wondering just where the heart had gone. Now they just had to figure out why it melted...
"Are you two actually getting along?" Gwen asked from the stairs, a safe distance from the two of them.
"No," Martha said automatically. "I can't stand him."
"I thought of the melting," Owen added. "She just stole my idea."
"Like I would!"
"And we're right back where we started," Jack commented dryly.