INTRO
James had been finishing up his work in the clinic for the evening when he was interrupted by the Overseer. A stern, strict man who was frequently concerned with his only daughter's state of health. This was an individual he could only manage to tolerate on a daily basis, but the current urgency in his voice and the frantic aura about him had the doctor worried. At first. He followed with hurried footsteps up to the Overseer's apartment. Both men burst into Amata's room. When James saw the young woman sitting idly in a chair with an apologetic look on her face, well, he cursed himself for falling for it. Again. How many times had Mr. Almodovar come to him like this?
Before he knew it he was arguing with Alphonse that his daughter did not have a life-threatening illness and she had only coughed to clear a simple irritation from her throat. The Overseer was no doubt going to question his credibility as a physician for the fifth time during the course of the conversation when he abruptly ended it. They'd been prattling on for far too long and he was tired. Alphonse ordered the doctor out of his sight and said doctor was always a happy man to follow that particular order. James hurried through the Vault's metal halls and toward the dining area where he had planned to have an important family meal with his son. Arriving at the scene of an empty diner, he regrettably realized that he was late.
"I hope Fox is not too disappointed."