A/N: Again, thanks for the reviews. Hang tight, the ride is still bumpy and will get more so...

Blue-Green 26

Out in the hallway, Psyche was holding off a growing number of people who demanded to know what was going on. The general at the front of the group was very quietly talking to the lieutenant when Doc came out. Taking control, General Abernathy barked an order. "Everyone not medical personnel, leave immediately. Back to your posts. This is a base, people. Get to work. We have incoming personnel today at 08:30 and 09:00. Move out!"

Within moments, the hallway was clear with the exception of Shana. The general waved her to join him in the psychiatrist's office. Doc went to fetch a second casting kit and joined Psyche with the pair.

"Status."

"We almost lost him, sir. It was like he just stopped fighting." The Lt. rubbed his eyes. He was tired and didn't quite understand what all was happening.

"Doc?"

"General, I wish I could explain it. It's like…" The medic shrugged having no words to give his CO.

The older man went to the observation window. The room resembled a small war zone. He pointed. "That would be Special Agent Manning, I presume."

Doc nodded and hefted the kit in his hands. "Sir, I need to get back in there. I have two broken hands to tend to. Ken, you coming?"

"In a minute." Once the medic was gone, Lt. Rich turned to his CO. "Sir, this is beyond me. I am out of my element here. I don't want to take a wrong step."

Shana spoke and her words were both reassuring and frightening to the psychiatrist. "Sometimes, Psyche, all you can do is have faith."