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WHO: Greg House, GLaDOS
WHAT: The doctor... doctors.
WHEN: mid-afternoon
WHERE: Post-Office
RATING: TBA.
STATUS: Active


Thank god for the pharmacy. He now know had a place to get his supplies and yes, he'd hidden things away so that he could find them whenever he wanted. True, he shouldn't be hiding drugs but he needed them and there weren't enough to satisfy his habit. Which was, soon, going to be a problem.

But for the time being, he'd just carry on. Always did and always would. He still had avoided the other Doctors, not wanting to get roped into anything. Yes, he would assist when necessary but this wasn't his thing. Cases around here weren't interesting. Nothing was the type that would draw his attention.

He hobbled through town as best as he could, passing what could have -- at one time -- passed as a post office. Then he saw... well. This was certainly going to fall under his definition of interesting.