The door had to be completely replaced. From inside the damage was far worse, and impossible to explain. Burns in the shape of hands marked nearly every inch of the surface. The edges of the broken window had melted slightly on one side. Hair, incredibly long and shimmering metallically, clung to every surface. Dr. Naboru counted it as a blessing that none of the padding suffered any damage this time.
Of the nurses and orderlies who had been in the ward that night, no one knew where the recording had come from. There had been no trace of it on the computer in the surveillance room. In fact, the two orderlies who had been in the room at the time could offer little more than confusion on how those voices had come through the overhead speakers.
Rubbing his eyes wearily, wanting nothing more than bed and a bottle of scotch, Dr. Naboru waved off the protestations of the two and stumbled for the door. One of the orderlies jumped to open it for him. He vaguely recognized the blue eyes and too short hair as the young woman smiled at him. Too tired to speak, he nodded his thanks and walked away down the hall.
There would be a staff meeting tomorrow, and some changes.
