Alex has been in town for a total of three and a half days, and he was already ready to tear his hair out from frustration. He'd moved in with Maria, and was trying to settle in, and his first night in town he'd had a fight with Guerin. He hadn't seen or spoken to Guerin since, and was doing his best to avoid the subject with Maria, who was thankfully filling him in on all the weird in town. It actually, almost, made Roswell seem normal.
Hell, even talking to Jack yesterday hadn't been all that crazy.
He'd grabbed a taxi today, and asked for a ride to the clinic, because he needed to get himself on the files, and possibly get a referral for a physical therapist. Yeah, he might be in another universe, or whatever, but he wasn't going to flake on his medical shit, because the last thing he needed was an infection that resulted in another surgery. He didn't do well on morphine and enforced bed rest.
It was a better day, and he could have walked over, but he didn't want to push it in case they wanted to do an exam. It was quiet as he made his way inside, and he noticed a tall, dark haired guy just hanging around by the desk as he came in.
"Are you staff or a patient?" Alex asked as he headed that direction.