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A doctor greatly resembling the original Doctor Who stepped into the waiting room with a clipboard in his hands and a white lab coat sweeping across his knees. When Peter bolted out of his chair (leaving El fumbling for balance), the elderly man smiled softly; smiled like a man who truly appreciated every sweet thing in life.
A few concise words were spoken.
El couldn't hold back from crying.
Mozzie paced nervously, playing with his glasses.
Diana let out a long, shuddering sigh.
It was all Peter could do not to crash to his knees.
Neal…was alive.
TBC