FTEC -- Saturday, February 16 -- Day Shift.

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Adah came into the clinic for her shift late, but she did not bother mincing words on apologies. She'd been fairly certain she'd slipped out of the room without waking River, but, with River, it was hard to tell what she did notice and what she didn't. The short walk from the hotel to the clinic, in the clothes she wore last night for lack of anything else in the aftermatch of the unexpected detour, had her feeling exceptionally weary, at the end of a long, blurry week.

She sat behind the front counter in a bit of a blank stare, slipping out of consciousness in the dull hope that no one got themselves into any trouble or demon fights today. Or, at least, that they would wait until the evening. But this only lasted a few hours, until, finally, she pushed herself up and got together her research materials, to track and record the week's changes in her specimens, and ruminate on the thought that it would be so much easier to be just a single-celled organism, and when you got too worn out, you could just replicate your nucleus, split, and there you go. All that baggage contained in a new, separate entity. Unfortunately, humans were wont to mitosis and, when they were, they had one chance at it, and she'd had that, in the womb, and it got all messed up.

FTEC - Saturday Evening Shift

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The clinic was open.