Hour 1

6:00 a.m. - 7:00 a.m.

Daxter sat and thought about what the ottsel had wanted to say to him. In fifteen hours, something is allegedly going to happen to Spargus and Haven, but what? He was planning to ask him about it once he recovered and gained consciousness, but then learned that he was pronounced dead on arrival. It didn't surprise him though with all the cuts and blood he saw. Everyone was trying to make him forget it and tell him that it was probably nothing, but Daxter knew that it couldn't be nothing. Nobody gets cut up that bad over just anything. Sure, he might have dismissed it as a gang fight or something if the guy was human. Is this something that has to do with the precursors? Did that guy know he was one? How would he know of something that was to happen in the near future that no one else knew of? Too many questions, too few answers.

Hey, wait a minute. Why would this only effect Haven and Spargus? Why not Kras? No matter how hard he tried to think of an explanation, he couldn't think of one. Either way, he still had a job to do and had to put it off until later. Of course, he didn't want to put it off too long because if that guy was right, they might not like what will come at 9:00.

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Ashlin was at the hospital, just as interested in this case as Daxter, waiting to get clearance by the doctors so she could examine the ottsel's body. She wanted to know what went down out by the bar and since there were no witnesses, the case would need to really on forensics. The clock on the wall said 6:30 when the doors finally opened. "We're all done here for the moment," said the doctor. "You can examine the body all you want as long as you don't touch it or mess with any of the evidence."

"Thank you, I'll be careful." She put on latex gloves and stepped inside. The ottsel was laid out on an autopsy table with a sheet covering it. She slowly removed the cover and nearly vomited. Ashlin heard it was bad, but not this bad. Right away she noticed something strange. "That's odd."

"What is it?" asked the puzzled doctor.

"These wounds don't look like they came from a knife. It looks more like something has been clawing, or possibly even chewing, at the poor guy."

"Are you suggesting that something tried to eat him?"

"I'm not sure, but it sure looks that way. Mind if I check this out a little longer?"

"Knock yourself out. You've already helped us out, so see what else you can find." Ashlin was determined to find some other clue to what happened, but couldn't find anything else. She checked here watch and was surprised to find that she wasted almost half an hour examining the body.

"I have better get going soon." Just as she was about to walk out she remembered something important. "Didn't the report say that he had clothes with him?"

"Yes, I believe he did."

"Is it possible for me to take a quick look at them before I go?"

"Sure. Follow me and I'll take you to them."

"Thanks. You have been a really big help to me doctor..."

"Patterson. My name is Greg Patterson."

"Thank you Greg." As the two walked to the evidence room, Ashlin couldn't help but feel something was very wrong their mysterious little, furry friend in the morgue.

AN: Any guesses as to what happened with the ottsel? If you do, send it to me in a pm or review. I would like to hear some good feedback.