Micah Castro Braden // Doctor Watson, I presume (acatalyst) wrote in bellumlogs,
The Morgue
Micah's shift was coming to an end, and he was trying to get out of the Medical Examiner's office before the sun set. Unfortunately, an ill-timed call from the parents of a vehicular homicide victim had ruined any chance of success, and despite his best efforts to get them off the phone, he hadn't had any luck. In fact, he'd completely underestimated how long it actually took the sun to set, which is why it was Micah that slipped his lab coat off when he left his office, but John Watson who walked into the hall.
He was put out, of course, but only for a moment. Holmes was really going to need to look into this affair of monthly oddity. Not that Watson minded being young again, Heaven's no. But he did mind that his aches and pains accompanied him into this strange place. At least he wasn't sitting for a medical exam this time. He supposed he could be grateful for that.
He leaned heavily on the cane that had appeared from (seemingly) nowhere, and he walked toward the exit. Unfortunately, about halfway along his journey a sound caused him to stop. A look into the offending room revealed endless small doors of gleaming steel.
Then the sound repeated - a loud banging sound from behind one of the small doors. Oh dear, he did not have a good feeling about this.