Both bodies were well preserved. The girl and well the... The thing. Dr Hector couldn't help by grimace every time he looked at them both on his examination table. The girl could not have been much older than fourteen. Her features, although slender in places, still held a youthful thickness and were dotted half-heartedly with thin freckles. A playfulness lingered in the upturned edges of her lips as if she was enjoying being the centre of the enigma. He wondered how she died but could not bring himself to start the autopsy, not when she had been unidentified. Not that he thought the search for the girl's identity would turn up any results.
He had not been able to start on the thing as well but merely stared whenever he wheeled it out of its metal grave. It was green and bloated and blotchy and Hector feared he would find more nightmares inside the moment he pierced the surface. Still his boss wished for answers and there was little the man could concern from simply watching the two fail to move.
He laboured over cleaning his tools, staring at the body of the girl. Hector did not have children – he had never had the time – but he adored his nephew and niece as if they were his own. The girl before him would have been in his nephew's year. Hector couldn't imagine what her parents had gone through when they had lost her. But he was pretty sure that suffering would have ended long ago. They must have died millennia ago, surely?
He turned away to collect a magnifying glass and set about to polish it. There was a noise from behind and he turned, about to scold the intruder. There was no one at the door. Instead the girl was sitting up, staring at him with the deepest green eyes he had ever seen. She held the cover up over her chest and looked at Hector with confusion and shock.
"Um... You're not room service."