George Waters, 32, physician...and more.

George Waters rubs his face in exhaustion as he leans back in his office chair. Just one more...then I can head home. The 32-year-old doctor has had a long day. Two people with mild colds that were convinced they had the flu, or worse, and of course one person with an actually pretty bad infection who'd tried to insist he was fine, he'd walk it off, no problem. People. Animals, all of 'em.

There's a knock on his door and his secretary, Cathy, pokes her head in. "Ready for the last one, George?"

"Sure," he says, clambering to his feet. He's tall and well-built, a life of regular athleticism leaving him lean and toned though not particularly bulky. "Who is it?"

"This one is Megan Lake," Cathy informs him.

"Oh, right, Megan." Attractive young woman, 18. A new addition to his practice after she graduated from her pediatrician almost a year ago. "What's she in for? Already had her physical."

"Yes. But she's worried - and I guess her parents are, too - about AGS."

George pauses in the hallway, putting a hand on Cathy's shoulder. "AGS? Really?"

"Well, that's what they're worried about," she says with a sigh. "Though you never know. Hopefully nothing."

Hopefully not nothing, George thinks, though he doesn't let the excitement show on his face. I could use a change of pace...and some extra cash. "Well, we'll see. You have her paperwork?"

"Of course. Here." Cathy hands him the folder as they arrive at the examination room, and George knocks before opening the door, Cathy departing back to her station at the front of the clinic.

"Hello, Megan," he says cheerfully as he lets himself in. The subject in question is seated on the examination table, slouched slightly despondently. Megan Lake has a heart-shaped face with brown, shoulder-length hair, tan skin, and dark brown eyes. Her full breasts strain against the tight purple v-neck she has on, and for a millisecond George lets himself enjoy the way her slender waist expands to round, full hips in her blue jeans. Then he keeps his eyes professionally trained on her face.

"Hi Dr. Waters," Megan mumbles. George takes a seat in a rolling chair next to the desk in the room, pulling up her file.

"So, what exactly seems to be the problem?" he asks.

She hesitates. "It's...well...my, uh." She swallows. "My parents are worried about...AGS."

"Absolute Gullibility Syndrome?" George makes a note in her file and pulls up the questionnaire. "Well, that could be serious. How do you feel about it?"

"I'm worried too," she admits. "I feel like...lately...things that if I heard them a year ago I'd be like, 'That's such bullshit,' now I'm going, 'Well...maybe.'" She shivers. "I don't know. I don't feel different. I just don't...see any reason to disbelieve people who are probably telling the truth."

"Well, that's a very generous outlook on the world, Megan. And not necessarily indicative of AGS!" George smiles at her. She gives him a crooked, uncertain smile back. "Now, I'm just going to ask you some questions, ok? And I want you to answer them as quickly and honestly as you can."

"Ok, I guess."

"Great." George looks to the diagnostic questionnaire. "What's your full name?"

"Megan Anne Lake."

"How old are you?"

"18."

"What are your parents' names?"

"Robert and Julie Lake."

"When's the last time you remember someone lying to you?"

"I..." She frowns. "I'm not sure."

"What's your place of work - well, school?"

"Ridgeville High. For like, one more month."

"Are you single?"

Megan blinks. "Is that really part of the questionnaire?"

"Of course," George lies. "It's partly to get a baseline. It's important that you answer all the questions."

"Oh, ok." Megan nods. George makes a note. "Yes."

"Do you have any siblings?"

"Yes."

"How many?

"Two."

"Did you know the United States was changed to a constitutional monarchy two days ago?"

"Really? No, I missed that. Wow. Who's the King? Or Queen, I guess?"

George smiles.