Within minutes Beth was approaching Number-Eight's room. Beth only heard the sound of the TV and when she stepped into the room, Number-Eight and William turned to look.
Number-Eight looked at Beth in a curious manner and asked, "How many doctors are going to interrogate me?"
"Oh I'm not here to interrogate anyone," said Beth. "Except when I get on a roll while talking to someone, I will ask so many questions that after a while it will start sounding like an interrogation." William and Number-eight just looked at Beth in a manner as if she lost her mind. "Anyway, Mr. Sykes, I'm actually here because I heard about you looking for your sister and if the woman before you is your sister then that would solve the mystery of who she is."
"She's not my sister," said William. "She was; however, sitting close to my sister and me before the mishap. So I was hoping that she was able to tell me where my sister was at, but you interrupted us before she was able to answer."
"Unfortunately, sir, I'm afraid you have wasted your time," said Beth. Number-Eight and William looked at Beth in a confused manner. "From the aftermath of the disaster, this woman has amnesia. She is officially listed as a Jane Doe, and in a small chance that you don't know what that means, Jane Doe is a generic name that we would give a woman who is unidentified. For a man, it would be John Doe."
"Perhaps that you can help me then," said William.
"I'll try," said Beth.
"Were there anymore people who came through here last night that might have been listed as either John or Jane Doe?" asked William.
Instead of answering the question, Beth asked, "You are looking for other people besides your sister?"
"My sister is who I'm mostly concern about, but there were others who were traveling with us," said William.
"Except for the woman next to you, everyone else was able to give us a name of who he or she was," said Beth. "Perhaps your sister identified herself, so what is your sister's name?"
"Her name is Laura Sykes, but the nurse had already told me that she's not here," said William. "In any case would it be all right if I talk to this woman in private."
"I'm afraid that the only people who can visit patients in the intensive care unit are direct relatives such as a sibling or a parent and since you admitted that you two are not siblings, you have to leave," said Beth.
"Can you make an exception this time?" asked William.
"This woman can't even remember her correct name and from what you had told me, you two are actually strangers," said Beth. "So unless all that is a deception than there's really no point for you to even talk to her."
"You made your point, Doctor; I'm leaving," said William. He then stepped up to Beth. "You look very young. How long have you been a doctor?"
"Not very long, but I assure you, I'm qualified," said Beth. William just chuckled and nodded. He then walked passed Beth and left the room. Beth walked up to Number-Eight and picked up her chart. "So how are you doing?"
"I have a tube running from my arm to a bag that is dripping fluids into me; my torso is completely wrapped in bandage along with other injuries." Number-Eight then asked in a sarcastic manner, "How do you fraking think I'm doing?"
"I think that you are damn lucky to be even alive to have a tube runny from your arm to a bag that is dripping fluids into you along with those bandages that are covering your wounds," Beth spouted back. Number-Eight was slightly stunned by Beth's response. "In fact, as to how serious your injuries were when you came in, you should be thanking god that you're even still alive."
Number-Eight said, in a more humble manner, "I do thank god that I'm still alive and I'm as good as anyone can be in my situation"
"Good," said Beth. She put back Number-Eight's chart. "Before I leave and let you rest, is there anything you need?"
"Can you change the program for me?" asked Number-Eight. "The news is mostly repeating each hour."
"I can," said Beth. "Do you know what you want to watch?"
As Beth was picking up the remote, Number-Eight said, "Something entertaining."
"Well, with the extent of your injuries, you don't really need to watched anything that would make you laugh; otherwise you will be literally popping your stitches," said Beth as she turned to a station. "So I suggest something more mild." Beth recognized the movie that was on. "I've seen this movie before. It's actually pretty good. Should I leave it on this?"
"This is fine," said Number-Eight.
"Is there anything else I can do for you, before I leave?" asked Beth.
"I'm good; thank you," said Number-Eight.
"Then I or another doctor will check on your later," said Beth.
"Bye," said Number-Eight.
"Bye," said Beth. She then left the room.
3:20 P.M. local time in Washington D.C. at the Whitehouse, Dr. Rick Hopson had walked into the Oval Office. Two secret service agents stood on the inside of the door.
As Rick was stepping up to the president's desk, the president commented, "All of this Cylon mumble-jumble is a hoax and the man you autopsied was an unfortunate victim of the plane crash."
"Mr. President, the man I autopsied did appear human… at least at first, but he wasn't," said Rick.
The president asked in a manner as if he was shocked to find out, "So the Cylon threat is real?"
"Yes, Mr. President," said Rick. "Finding the differences was almost like looking for a needle in a haystack and I guess God was on our side because Dr. Anderson and I actually found two needles in that haystack."
"What are those two needles?" asked the president.
"Well the first needle that we found was when we check the Cylon's spinal fluid," said Rick. "In the fluid we found traces of a luminescent organism which is commonly known as a luciferin. You would find this in a firefly. If the human like Cylons were created, then I have really no clue as to why the luminescent organism was even added."
"And what was the second needle?" asked the president.
"I'm going to skip the medical lingo and just tell the effects," said Rick. "The second needle is that Cylons are less responsive to pain and has an enhance strength."
"How enhance?" asked the president.
"I can't be certain just by examining the corpse, but I would estimate that the average male Cylon would be three times stronger than the average man," said Rick. "Although I haven't examined a female Cylon, I would guess that the same strength ratio would also apply between the female Cylon and the average woman."
"According to the one who reported the Cylon threat, there are at least twelve clone models, but we have only hand drawn portraits of seven of them," said the president. "We can't move against the Cylons until all of them have been identified. So now I'm asking, is there a way to create a Cylon detector?'
"It will take some doing, but I believe we can," said Rick. "However, it won't be anytime soon."
"I don't want to put any pressure on you, Doctor, but humanity's continuing existence depends on the quick creation of a Cylon detector," said the president.
"I'll make finding a Cylon detector as my number one priority," said Rick.
"Good," said the president.
"Well, I don't have anything else, so I'll get back to the medical lab and start on trying to come up with a Cylon detector," said Rick.
"Good day, Doctor," said the president.
"Good day, Mr. President," said Rick. He then turned towards the door.
Before Rick was able to take one step, the president's telephone rang. The president just hit the speakerphone button and asked, "What is it?"
"Agent Wilier is here and requesting to see you, Sir," a woman said.
"Send him in," said the president.
As Rick followed by the two secret service agents were leaving the Oval Office, Clarence walked in with an inter-office envelope in his hand.
Clarence walked up to one of the visitor's chair and as he was taking a seat, he said, "We have confirmation on the whereabouts of two Cylons who are in London." He pulled out the photos from the inter-office envelope and handed it to the president. "The woman and the man in the picture are Cylons. In fact the female Cylon is a copy of the one who is in the intensive care at that one hospital. The male Cylon that you see is another copy of the one who was autopsied."
"They looked like that they were in front of a good size crowd," said the president. "What were they doing?"
"The woman Cylon accepted the leading role of a film that is being shot in London," said Clarence. "I don't know the whole details as to how she was cast, but there will be an article coming out shortly about how it happened in one of the London's tabloids."
"Get someone in London to keep tabs on her and that other Cylon," said the president. "Meanwhile, I'll talk to the London's prime minister and without causing too much of a panic… hopefully, I'll let him in on what's going on."
"Yes, Mr. President," said Clarence. He then stood up. "Good day."
"Good day," said the president.
Clarence turned and walked out.
2:35 P.M. local time at Gregg Rose's rented office Number-Six was again by herself while Gregg was appraising a house to place on the market.
Number-Six was reading the book 'Success as a Real Estate agent for Dummies.' She was midway through when the announcement bell rang. She looked up from the book and saw a newlywed couple who both were in their early twenties walking in. The woman carried a purse. Number-Six watched in a focused manner as the couple was stepping up to her desk.
Just as the couple stepped up the woman asked, "Ma'am, are you the real estate agent?"
"No; Gregg is the agent and he's out appraising a house," said Number-Six. "He should be back in an hour."
The woman faced her husband and told him what was said in sign language. Number-Six watched the woman in a curious manner as the woman signed.
The man signed back. When the man was done, the woman faced Number-Six again and asked, "Can I give you my name and number for you to give to Gregg?"
Number-Six opened the top center drawer and as she pulled out a lined post-it pad she said, "Okay. What is it?"
"I'm Katherine Gordon," she said. "My husband name is Dean." Katherine then gave Number-Six her cell phone number.
"I'll make sure Gregg gets it," said Number-Six.
"Thank you," said Katherine. She then talked to Dean while using her hands. When they were done talking Katherine faced Number-Six again. "Bye. Thanks again."
Before Katherine and Dean were able to walk away, Number-Six asked, "I'm sorry to ask this, but can your husband verbally talk?"
"No; Dean was born deaf," said Katherine. "Well, goodbye."
"Bye," said Number-Six.
Number-Six watched Dean and Katherine as they walked towards exit. After they left Number-Six got on the internet and searched on how common it was for a person to be born deaf. After finding the answer she increased her search on other disabilities.
Number-Six was browsing the internet for forty minutes when Gregg and his thirty-two-year-old client walked in.
As Gregg and Travis were stepping up, Gregg said, "Savannah, this is Travis Silverman and he's here to put his house on the market. I want you to watch what I do as I do it."
"No problem," said Number-Six.
As Gregg walked up to file cabinet to get the proper form, Travis' cell phone rang.
Travis looked at the number and before answering he walked to a private area of the room.
Gregg stepped up to the desk and began filling out the document with Number-Six watching as to how it was done.
Before Gregg was done with the form, Travis stepped back up and said, "Well, I found a buyer for the furniture so the house will be empty tomorrow."
"The house won't even hit the market until Monday so you don't have to be in too much of a rush," said Gregg.
"Yes I do," said Travis.
"Travis, are you sure I can't talk you into pricing the house at one hundred and fifty thousand dollars as I praised it and not at a hundred thousand?" asked Gregg.
"I've told you, I need the money as quick as possible and putting the house up at a lower price would ensure that I sell it quickly," said Travis.
"I'm not trying to pry, but are you planning to flee the United States?" asked Number-Six.
"No; I ran into a severe financial problems and I need to raise as much money as quickly as possible," said Travis. "Therefore, I've rented an apartment near that university hospital and now, I'm selling my house and my furniture. You wouldn't need a place to stay, would you?"
Number-Six looked at Travis in a curious manner and asked, "And why are you asking that?"
"I took the only available apartment in the complex and it actually a two bedroom apartment," said Travis. "I'm hoping to find a roommate before next month to help pay the rent."
"Okay, you're looking for a roommate, but why would you ask me if I needed a place to stay?" asked Number-Six. "Do I look like I need a place to stay?"
"I wasn't saying that to be insulting and actually, I really expected you to take what I asked more as a joke and say that you don't need a place. So please forget that I said anything," said Travis.
"Coincidently, I do need a place to stay," said Number-Six.
"You do?" Travis asked in a surprised manner. "Earlier I was just joking around when I asked you if you needed a placed to stay, but now I'm serious. Would you consider becoming my roommate?"
"I don't even know you," said Number-Six.
"Let me tell you a few things about me and then you can decide," said Travis.
Number-Six said in a skeptical manner, "Okay."
"I'm thirty-two," Travis began. "I moved here from Florida five years ago when I went into business with someone I thought was a good friend. Well that business we ventured into together went belly-up three weeks ago. That so called friend skipped town with what was left of the money and left me with all the depts. I filed for bankruptcy; however, I still need to raise a lot of money… instead of continuing to tell you random things about me, why don't you ask me some questions."
"Okay, I will," said Number-Six. Gregg wasn't sure what to do and just listened as Number-Six asked her questions.
6:10 P.M. local time at the hospital in the locker room, Beth was changing into clean scrubs in an abrupt manner with her back turned towards the door. Her eyes were puffy and bloodshot from crying. Megan walked in and saw Beth abrupt movements. Megan stepped up and without looking at her face she asked, "Who pissed you off?"
"God did," said Beth.
Megan looked at Beth in a stunned manner. When she saw that Beth had been crying she said, "Someone died on you."
Beth nodded her head and as the tears ran down her cheek she said, "An eighteen-year-old boy… a young man I should say, came in after being involved in an auto accident. He had been drinking and was actually the one who caused the accident. He had a punctured lung from a crushed ribcage and died on the way to the O.R."
"You had been involved with cases before that someone had died," said Megan. "I'll admit that all of those incidents bothered you with some degree of remorse, but for some reason, you're taking this one harder then those others."
"When I was seventeen my boyfriend died in the exact same way," said Beth. "My boyfriend's name was Brian and he was eighteen when he died. When that young man died all of the emotions I felt for Brian resurfaced and I'm actually hurting more now than when Brian had died"
As Beth cried slightly harder Megan gave Beth a comforting hug. During the hug, Megan said, "Perhaps you never fully dealt with the lost of Brian."
"It certainly appears that way." Beth pulled away and as she wiped her eyes she continued to say, "Anyway, I need to get a handle on this before I leave the locker room. The patients don't need to see a weeping doctor."
Megan tried to be amusing as she said, "Yeah, you might freak out the patients as they might think that you're weeping because of them." Beth just slightly grinned. "Meanwhile you shouldn't blame god for Brian's death or the young man's death."
"I don't," said Beth as her cell phone rang. "I'm just emotional right now." Beth looked at who was calling before answering her phone. "Hey Spence."
Megan opened her locker and grabbed her purse.
"Hi, Beth," said Spence. "I'm parking my car in the visitor's parking lot and I have bags of food and drinks. Is this a good time for you to take a break for dinner?"
Beth looked at her watch and said, "I can attempt to eat with you." Spence heard the grieving tone in Beth's voice. "I'm in a middle of something, so you should go to the cafeteria and I'll be there shortly."
"Are you okay, Beth?" asked Spence.
"I'm fine," said Beth.
"You sound as though you've been crying," said Spence.
"You have a good ear," said Beth.
"So what's up?" asked Spence.
"I promise, I'll tell you, but not over the phone," said Beth.
"Okay," said Spence. "Then I'll see you at the cafeteria."
"Bye." As Beth was putting her phone away, she looked at Megan and said, "Well, I'm going to reapply my makeup and go eat dinner."
Megan had some money in her hand and as she was putting her purse back she said, "I heard how you're going to meet someone name Spence in the cafeteria. We're friends and you're not going telling me anything about the guy who you're going to meet."
Beth slightly grinned and said, "There's really not much to say. Brandon introduced us last night just before the plane crash. Like Brandon he's a cop and I really like him. Anyway, I need to fix my makeup so I can go meet him."
Megan slightly held up the money and said, "Well, I had plans to go to the cafeteria for dinner, so when you see me there, I'm not there to spy on you and your date."
Beth grinned and said in joking manner, "Well, if I see you acting like Goldilocks and go looking for a table that's just right, I'll know what's up."
Megan grinned and said, "I'll respect you and your date; I swear."
"Thanks," said Beth.
"See you in the cafeteria," said Megan.
Beth just looked at Megan and grinned as Megan walked away. Beth then pulled out her makeup from her purse and began fixing her makeup.
Minutes later, Beth stepped into the cafeteria and as she stood near the door she gaze over the room. The cafeteria again was two-thirds full. Miles, Carlos, Alex and Megan were eating at a table. She then saw Spence at a table that was four tables from the table Megan and the others were at. Spence had his coat hung on the back of the chair.
Carlos saw Beth stepping up to Spence and giving him a hug. He then said, "Hey, looked over there." Everyone turned to look.
Beth sat down in front of the food Spence had out for her. The drinks were strawberry milkshakes that were made from real strawberries
Before Beth was able to begin eating Spence asked, "So what happened earlier?"
"Not all that long ago, you might have heard on your radio about a car accident involving an eighteen-year-old young man," said Beth.
"If you're talking about the accident that I think you are, I was actually one of the officers on the scene," said Spence. "The guy was totally wasted. What about it."
"The young man had a punctured lung from a crushed ribcage and I watched him die on the way to the O.R," said Beth.
"Are you bothered that much when people die around you?" asked Spence.
"I do feel remorse when someone dies, but I'm bothered by this one because when I was seventeen, my boyfriend died in the exact same manner," said Beth. "The death of that young man just brought back the memories of that day."
Spence took hold of Beth's hand and said, "Believe me when I say that I understand and I'm sorry for your lost." Beth just slightly grinned. "It's not easy to get over a tragedy."
"What tragedy did you go through?" asked Beth.
"When I was fifteen my seventeen-year-old sister was raped and killed," said Spence. "The rapist was never caught and every time I get called to scene with a dead rape victim I think of my sister. I also look for clues that might link the crime scene to my sister's crime scene."
"You became a cop because of your sister," said Beth as she picked up her drink.
As Beth was taking a drink, Spence said, "That was a big part of it." Spence then saw a concerned expression on Beth's face as she abruptly quit drinking. "What's wrong?'
"I should have mentioned this when I told you to surprise me with the food." Spence looked at Beth in a curious manner. Beth continued to say as she stood up, "I'm highly allergic to strawberries… and I can feel my throat tightening up now, so I have to go."
As Beth was walking away, Spence stood up and blurted out, "Beth."
As Beth continued to walk towards the exit, she looked back at Spence for a second and said in a garroting voice, "I have to go."
"Beth, I'm sorry," Spence blurted out loud enough for most people to hear.
Beth never responded and left the cafeteria.
Carlos stared at Spence and said, "Well, I see that Beth has a bigger problem than I thought."
Megan stood up and said, "Shut up, Carlos.
As Megan was walking always, Carlos asked, "What's your problem?"
Megan ignored Carlos and walked towards Spence.
Spence was putting the food back into the bag as Megan was walking up to him. Before Spence was able to walk away, Megan called out, "Spence."
Spence looked at Megan and asked, "Are you speaking to me?"
"Yeah, I'm Megan," she said, "I'm a friend and a colleague to Beth. I along with everyone else in the place heard you saying, 'I'm sorry' to Beth. I know this is none of my business, but I hope there's nothing wrong."
"Beth took a drink of the shake I bought her, and she's allergic to it," said Spence. Megan looked at the shake. "She rushed out and now, I'm not sure if she's mad at me or not."
"Since it was an accident, I'm sure she's not mad at you," said Megan. "What kind of shake was it?'
"Strawberry," said Spence.
"Megan, can you go check on her for me?" asked Spence.
Megan grinned and said, "Okay."
Before Megan was able to walk away, Spence said, "I'll be waiting in the waiting room." Megan just nodded. "And tell her that I feel terrible for buying her a strawberry shake."
Megan just grinned and nodded. She then walked away.
Spence threw the food and drinks away before leaving the cafeteria.