Dr. Morgan Michaud-Carre had had a very busy night. First, she'd had to make three housecalls, then, she'd had to visit two tonselectomies and an emergency appendicitis that had presented in a six-year old boy who was already not in the best of health. She wasn't quite sure what the family had been eating, but suspected it did not lend well toward the prevention of intestinal blockages.
She was simply quite glad that she'd gotten the issues with her papers straightened out, else she'd have been quite worried about walking home at this late hour. As it was, she still was just a bit nervous. The streets were a quite dark, and not all of the invaders were nearly so polite as Herr Varner.
Ahead, she noted a slightly familiar form, one that turned. For a moment, she tried to recall the name. It came to her quickly enough. "Josephine?"