"Okay, okay, I believe you," Martha replied as she followed Christine around the clinic, instinctively picking up and straightening anything that the other girl left behind. "I don't really know how to explain it, though. I really, really don't remember a thing." She shrugged.
"Hey, maybe I'm sick," Martha joked. "Though how like a doctor to travel in time and chalk it up to brain fever or something. This is bloody mad, this is. But anyway." She yawned and sat down, setting the rolling chair skittering across the floor. "Anything interesting happen while I was gone?"