AN: The snippets of songs reveal the characters' feelings throughout the fic. For full effect, play said clip, starting with this one:
Who is that girl I see,
Staring straight back at me;
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside;
Christina Aguilera, "Reflection"
Veeken walked through the door to Mrs. Possible's office. "You wanted to see me, Mrs. P?", she asked.
"Yes, Veeken. I got the results of that blood sample test you requested."
"And?", Veeken asked, immediately alert. She had been plagued with very disconcerting dreams recently, and had considered if she might have been sick, so she decided to have a blood test taken, in case. This was the moment she had been waiting for.
"Well, there were no signs of infection, but there's something I need to tell you", Mrs. Possible stated.
Veeken stopped in mid-sigh of relief. "What?", she asked, her eyes widening slightly.
Mrs. Possible took a deep breath before she continued. "You see, during the test, I did an analysis of your genetic pattern, and I noticed yours had strands similar to another sample I took awhile back."
"Which sample?", Veeken asked, her panic increasing.
Mrs. Possible looked around nervously, before finally saying "You remember that one time I took Ratigan's blood sample for the hospital records?"
The girl couldn't take it any more. She dashed out of the room, out of the hospital, and into the nearby park.