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Chapter 2 - Dr. Jones

Laura stepped out of her flat and into the hallway. She sighed as she looked around at the familiar faded dusty rose paint and the ragged brown carpet. They where a sign of how far she had fallen since the fateful day that she had fled from the red grassy pastures of her family's estate at the foot of Mount Perdition. She pulled the door shut and locked the door. She began to walk down the hallway toward the stair case. She passed Mrs. Cooper on her way down the hall way. She smiled at the older woman and was greeted with the usual glare and whispered insult that any attempted act of kindness always resulted in.

She finally reached the stairs, and counted them as she walked down. "Twelve," she whispered as she stepped off of the bottom step. This was one of the small comforts she had, something that she knew would not change. She walked out of her building, around the corner and hoped on the bus. She got off at her stop and walked the rest of the way to the law office where she worked as a secretary. With all of the superior knowledge she had compared to these humans, you would think she could have chosen a better job, but no, she was a lowly secretary. Of course she had worked at H.C. Clements before it closed, that had been a better job, but that was in the past now.

As soon as she walked in the door her boss, Mr. Dubinsky, rushed up holding a square envelope. "Good morning Laur," she smiled, trying to hide her annoyance at her boss insisting on calling her that. "You know that new accountant we hired a few weeks ago? Bridget Donnelly? She had to have emergency surgery to remove her appendix last night, so you need to sign this card and run it up to the hospital." She smiled and politely asked if he needed anything else while she was out, resisting the urge to make a comment about asking nicely.

She walked in through the hospital door and rushed to the information desk. "Can I get the room number for Bridget Donnelly?" Laura asked.

"Are you family?" asked the receptionist, a woman who looked like she was in her late fifties.

"Um, no, but I just..."

"Sorry, no visitors except family," the receptionist answered without missing a beat.

"I'm just here to drop off this card for her, we work together." Laura replied. Before the older woman could reply, a young woman black woman in a doctor's coat walked up and asked if anyone had come by and left a message for her. She was pretty, her black hair was pulled back into a ponytail with a couple loose strands hanging down around her face. The receptionist began to explain that she wouldn't know if anyone had left a message for her because she was too busy arguing with the young lady in front of her and that it wasn't her fault, it was hospital policy.

Laura sighed and turned to the doctor, "I just wanted to drop this off for a coworker, it's from everyone at our office."

"I'll take it to her," replied the doctor, and then turning back to the receptionist she asked, "What room number?"

Laura thanked her and handed her the card. As she walked away, she just barely heard the receptionist say that Bridget was in room b347. She wanted to get back to work because she knew the more time she was gone, the bigger the endless pile of unnessessary work on her desk would grow. She was almost to the door, when it hit her, she hadn't signed the card. She turned around but the doctor wasn't at the information desk. She walked back over to the information desk and in her most sincere voice, she asked, "Where is the nearest lou?" The receptionist smiled and told her it was around the corner. She walked around the corner and found a map of the hospital.

She found her way to the room and peaked in. There the usually bubbly and energetic accountant lay asleep. She tiptoed in and saw the card sitting on the end table next to her bed. She quickly pulled it out of the envelope and scribbled something about getting well soon and then signed it. She sealed the envelope and silently left the room shutting the door just as it had been when she arrived. She smiled, and was pretty happy with herself, until she looked up and saw the doctor from downstairs standing there staring at her. "I... I just forgot to sign the card," she said nervously.

The doctor laughed and her kind brown eyes studied her for a second. She walked a little closer and whispered, "I won't tell if you don't."

Laura chuckled and with grin, said, "I'm Laura White."

"Nice to meet you I'm Dr. Jones, but you can call me Martha," Laura thanked her and left.

Laura walked in the door of her flat. It was small, only four rooms: a small kitchen, a bathroom, a bedroom, and a medium sized living room. She walked up to the old black couch and collapsed onto it. She kicked off her shoes and grabbed the remote. She turned it on, and looked for the weakest link or something interesting on the history channel. For someone that had had all of time and space at their finger tips, this was a sad existence. She flipped through the channels and not finding anything good, was about to turn it off when the news came on. It was a story about the Royal Hope Hospital, the hospital that she had been at this morning. She turned the volume up and listened. Apparently, the hospital had disappeared and then reappeared later. Then they went to an interview with one of the employees. He talked about how it had rained up and how hey ended up on the moon, but what really caught her attention, was the description of their captors. Rhino people.

"Judoon," she said to herself with a smile.