FTEC, Sunday Evening

[stykera]

It had been a while since Stark had been in the clinic, so when he arrived for his Sunday night shift, he did a quick walk-through to make sure nothing major had changed. Satisfied that no other clinic workers had turned into statues or paintings and that nothing had exploded while he was gone, he settled in at the desk and turned on the TV. Not that there was anything on. There never was.