The Universe's Mixer

[Open to whoever wants to chat]

Wilson had taken to slipping away on his lunch break to the physical therapy room and working out an exercise routine using their equipment. He found it quieter than the gym, with none of the posturing and glances that the hot young bods gave each other. Here, it was just other doctors and nurses getting in a quick workout interspersed with people recovering from joint replacements or other major surgery. Nobody talked much.

Wilson found he kind of missed the talking. At least when House was around, he remembered who he was and where he was from. Without him, it was all too easy to slip into a routine, forget the differences in this hospital, the apartment, this city. He had no girlfriend, no best friend, just some nice nurses and some annoyingly arrogant doctors. That, at least, never seemed to change.

After a hot shower in the men's locker room, he ducked back into his office and pulled his lunch out of his mini fridge. Deciding to eat his salad first and save the sandwich and gazpacho for later, he plugged his iPod into his computer speakers.

Since he had just had it on his workout playlist, the first thing to come bursting out of the speakers was Ac/Dc's "Hell's Bells". Wilson's head nodded to the beat as he poured his italian dressing over his salad and began to eat.

With the music on, he couldn't hear anything from outside. Insulated. So noisy it drowned out the constant murmur of nurses, machines and crying families.

After doing his best to help the girl with a severe case of amnesia, it had been Hannibal's intention to go back to the hospital and play with the monkey some. It was sitting in his office, in a cage, waiting for him. It had no idea what he was going to do to it, which was likely a good thing.

Of course, when he was done, he changed his mind about what he wanted to do. And seeing River trumped torturing an undead monkey. He hadn't seen her in what felt like a long time, with everything that had gone on.

He was a little disappointed he'd have to wait for the monkey. Until he turned it into a game of patience. Then it became a challenge. Hannibal wondered just how long he could hold out. He knew the monkey could hold out forever. It didn't need anything. Not even food.

He made his way up to River's apartment, hoping that she was distracted so that his arrival would be a surprise. Hannibal didn't even knock. Just opened the door and walked right in.

He got word that Superman had been seen in the city again. Active. Which meant that the little witch had gotten her hands on that mirror thing and it had actually worked. He'd have to send her a thank you soon.

For now, what he needed to do, was find Clark and make sure that he was doing alright.

The best that Bruce could think up, due to the adrenalin rushing through him at the mention of Superman that he'd heard from somebody passing by, was to go up on the roof of Wayne Tech and somehow signal.

Bruce retrofitted a high powered police car spot light with a piece of plastic and carved a crude S into it with a knife. On the roof, he set it up so it would show over most of the city, and sat in a lawn chair to wait.

Things were not going at all the way that she had hoped they would. Jeannie had not found the fluffy slayer for Spike as she had intended. She had not even succeeded in getting the Red Witch to come with her to speak to the man who had been so helpful to her. Though she had received a phone number.

( As much good as that did her. )