A curt tapping at the door seems to put everyone back into a clinical attitude, all too briefly.

“Ahh, wonderful!” the doctor cheers, bounding off his stool toward the door to invite a nurse in with paper-bag in hand, “This must be my two-thirty.”

He inspects the bag’s contents and decides to double-down on his awful personality. “Miss Paige, it sounds like you have some reacquainting to do with yourself,” he quips, stifling a chuckle. “Now, if you ladies will excuse me, I have a prior appointment with a General Tso.”

This man has left me no choice. I’ll have to use my psychic powers to…