"Tru, I'm glad you're here" said Davis as she entered the door to the City Morgue.

"Hey, Davis, what's up?"

"Nothing, just trying my best to calm down. I mean, I'm not exactly good with kids...or people in general for that matter. I mean, look at me."

"Davis..."

"Why do you think I have this job in the first place? I can't give a tour."

"Davis..."

"Not to mention that high school wasn't exactly a great time for me."

"DAVIS!"

"What?"

"Calm down! It's ok. If you mess up it's not like you'll ever see them again anyway."

"Are you saying that I'm going to mess up?"

"No, no, no. Davis, just relax, you'll do fine."

She gave him a quick one armed hug and walked off. Davis blushed, but she didn't see; she was already on her way to the door because she had heard what Davis hadn't, the door open and chatter in the halls. Davis was too shocked to do anything. She touched me! he thought. Davis had been smitten with Tru ever since the first day she walked into the morgue door. Of course she had absolutely no idea. Even, if she did, Davis scolded himself, she wouldn't feel the same. Beautiful girls like Tru didn't date guys like him. Plus it could ruin their friendship and/or work relationship. But that didn't keep him from fantasizing. The sound of Tru's voice snapped him out of his daydreaming. Tru is now standing next to him and there's a group of about 20 kids and 2 teachers standing before them.

"This is Davis, my co-worker. He spends most of his time observing the corpses that are brought in and he tries to determine the cause of death. If a body is brought to the morgue, it's because the cause of death was unknown and it's our job to figure that out."

A girl raises her hand and Tru points to her.

"What's your job here?"

"I help the-" Tru stops short realizing what she almost said, "I help Davis out."

"Here," she changes the subject, "let's take a look at some of the instruments used in examining a body. The process is somewhat similar to what doctors use when checking out and operating on live patients."

After walking through the rest of the morgue, including the crypt (where Davis opened one of the compartments revealing a body causing some girls to scream and the boys to hoot), the group returned to where they had started. Tru had ended up giving most of the tour. If she ever gave an opening to Davis he'd just get tongue tied and say nothing while some kids snickered.

Right now Davis was standing next to Tru hating himself. In the halls he had spotted a tough looking muscular boy towering over a pale, red headed one with glasses and freckles. That was me in high school, he thought.

"When I'm talking to you, you listen or this'll have to get ugly," the bigger boy hissed, "and you don't want that now do you?"
"Hey," Davis had called, "cut that out!"

"Or what? What do you know about living people anyway when all you do is hang out with dead ones all day, huh?"

Davis was silent, high school nightmares flooding back into his mind like they had been gathering pressure behind a door in his mind that had suddenly been opened.

"That's what I thought," said the older boy.

"Watch your back, asshole" he said over his shoulder to the red head as he stalked down the hall.

"Does anybody have any questions?" Tru asked, bringing Davis back to the present. Then all of a sudden the door opened and there came the familiar sound of rolling wheels and clinking metal. Then the cry of "Incoming! Kids, get out of the way."

"17 year old Alex Kerigan found with bullet through the head."

So young, thought Tru.

A scream resonated through the room. "ALEX!!! NO!"

It came from a girl who had been standing alone in the corner, but had now rushed across the room and thrown herself across the corpse. She looked to be about fifteen years old. Her long black hair covered her face. Tru hadn't really noticed her during the tour. She had been one of the few who didn't ask any questions, make rude comments, or scream at the sight of the dead body in the crypt. But she was certainly screaming now.

Tru, put her hand to her head, trying to get herself together. The noise of screaming high schoolers and shouting morgue workers filled her ears and made her dizzy. Chaos had broken out. Breathing deeply she made her way through the mass of mortified kids and teachers to the body where the black haired girl was still sobbing. Tru was about to reach out to comfort her when she saw, no, she felt a gaze upon her. Not the gaze of a living being either. Then..."Please...help me!" Whirring sounds engulfed her, her vision went blurry, silence, and then the alarm clock...for the second time that morning.