Who: Adrian Pucey & Astoria Greengrass
What: Checkin up on a body
Where: Morgue
When: Sunday evening


Adrian combed a hand through the shelves of his fridge. A heart here, a liver there, he hated when one of the Healers from up there asked to check up on a patient. Especially after he disemboweled the parts for organ donations. After finding the right bags, he plopped them onto the surgical table to be reassembled when the Healer got here. Reassembling wasn’t his favorite thing to do either.

He flipped through the corpse’s papers, scanning the boxes for a name. As he was looking, he came across a familiar one in the attending Healer’s box: Greengrass. It piqued at his memory.

The knock on the Morgue door came almost too soon. Having little time to search his memory, he walked out into the receiving room and turned the door knob.

There was a blonde standing in the doorway.

“Hi,” he began. Adrian was relieved he wasn’t in the middle of an autopsy like the last time he had a visitor.