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Phantomhawk Memorial Hospital, Parrodipolis.
The hallway outside of the room 7-G, which happens to be in the Intensive Care Unit.

There sits a woman, waiting for word on what happens next. She knows not what in forth coming. But, she will before to long. As she waited she was seated on a couch of swedish design. Next to the couch, on the tiled floor & a plastic potted plant, was a well used olive drab messenger bag. On top of that, in a pile, was a greying Black zip up Hoodie.

She was dressed, started from the floor up: a pair of black Chuck Taylor All-Star high tops (They had little white skulls spray painted on to them). On her feet were argyle socks. Her pants were a well worn & ripped in places pair of blue jeans. She had a somewhat nerdy grey short sleeved T-Shirt on (It was hyping the now defunct BBC Radiophonic Workshop). Under that shirt was a red & black long sleeved shirt. On her wrists were a few too many bracelets & a couple of wrist bands. A few of her fingers had some rings on them. Her black nail polish was cracked & chipped in places (partly due to the fact she had been chewing her fingernails). Around her neck was a faux pearl necklace that went up & were connected to black retro styled plastic horn rimmed glasses. Behind the glasses were emerald green eyes seemed to sparkle in the Hallway's Halogen lighting. The sparkle was all the more striking against her somewhat pale skin. She wasn't wearing much make up, nothing all that noticeable. Her hair, pitch black with various light blue streaks, was slightly messed & put in a ponytail. She wasn't wearing earrings at the moment.

Catherine Gillespie was passing the time by read a book she had retrieved from her bag, an autobiography of Julius Schwartz. She didn't mind waiting, she didn't have much going on (She was on paid vacation, her place of work was going through an upgrade). Plus, it gave her a chance to give one of the watchers, Jane Tarzania, a chance to go home, get changed, do what ever she wanted that was not here. Jane had almost every waking hour there in either the hallway or in the room.

Coming down the hallway was another watcher. He was a tall, slender gentleman. He wore matching three piece grey suit: a grey tweed jacket, a grey silk tie, grey button down dress shirt with matching vest & a pair of grey dress pants. The only accent of color to the suit were emerald green cufflinks. His shoes were a polished pitch black leather. His hair was cut short. His hair was also slightly balding, showing a bit of a widow's peak & was a dark brown in color. He had a neatly trimmed, well groomed Goatee. His emerald green eyes had a slightly unearthly glow to them. He had a slight look of mischief on his face. In his right hand was a grey umbrella which he was using as a cane.

Catherine wasn't so sure about him, he was odd. He seemed slightly out of place in all this. Plus, there was him being so darn cryptic with everything he said. He also seemed to look down at her when he spoke but that might just because he sounded British.

After she had looked up from her book, He nodded hello to her. She gave a slight nod back.

"How is young master Beeslyhuxtoy ?" He asked.

"Fine. I guess. Nothing has seemed to change since the last time you asked, Creepy."

He seemed a bit taking back. "I don't see why you have to get snotty with me, Miss Gillespie. Plus, the name I am to be referred to as in this setting is Mister Spooky."

There were a moments of silence.

"But what's your real name?" Catherine asked.

"That fact is pointless at this point in the game & the name Mister Spooky will be fine for the time being." He replied with a hint of distain in his voice.

More silence. It was broken a few minutes later by Catherine again.

"Do you think Ronnie's going to make it?"

"He is fated to do so but the future is a tricky wicket: it's part of Time which is an ever moving force. Now some have tired to bend it to there will but Time eventually wins out. It can be manipulated."

His answer, to Catherine at least, sounded to here like he was speaking from experience but choose not to press the topic. Again another bout of silence. He standing there stoically, she sitting on the couch.

"How's Mister Swiss?" He asked.

"Fine. He just need some food, which they gave him. They want to keep him for observation. The last I heard he was on a terrance some where doing some Tai Chi. Hope they don't move him to the Psych ward." Catherine said with a laugh. Mr. Spooky did not, which made Catherine stop.

Then, Mr. Spooky walked off. He had this annoying habit of doing so. He'd show of up expected say or do something & then leave. It was almost like he had better places to be.

It was back to waiting for the Future to happen.

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Footnote: This story continues the events from the series entitled Hospital Tales which continued on with what happened in Revenge is Dish best served Corporate style.

- Character Updates -

- Ronnie: After taking quite a beating from an irate Wally-World Manager was brought to the Hospital to treat his various injuries. He is in a coma & possibly on the brink of Death. His final outcome is yet to be seen, hence the waiting.

- Chad: After passing out in the Hospital's cafeteria due to Exhaustion, He was admitted to the Hospital. Chad is doing better as reported here. No word on the current state of his beloved accordion.

- Little Cat: There has been no word on the duo's pet since Ronnie had been admitted. He is plausibly with Jane.

- Jane: Feeling part responsible, not for the beating but that she could have prevented it. Her almost constant watch & times before shows that even though they are broken up: Jane on some level still cares for Ronnie.

- Catherine: This story give you how she is for the most part. Catherine works as the night shift Morgue attendant for the City of Goth Haven.

- Mr. Spooky: He was not present for the Wally-World debacle. He had mysteriously appeared at the Hospital shortly after Ronnie was admitted & has kept an eye on how Ronnie was progressing.