Wait for Doctor Chapel

Moira pulled a chair up next to the case and sat down with a ‘humph’. Tom looked at her briefly, smiled to himself and went back to scribbling. “You have that look on your face,” he teased.

“What look?” she had her arms crossed now and slouched slightly in the seat.

“The kind of look you get when someone brings up the issue of women’s rights… like you could take on a raging bull elephant by yourself.”

“I just want to get at that thing? Don’t you?”

“Yes, but I think a few more minutes won’t change anything. You have always been impatient… well, about most things anyway.”

She ignored the last comment. “So can I see what you have?”

“In a second, I’m almost done. I just… have… one more… line. There. All done!” As Tome drew the last line onto his clipboard, his smile immediately fell away.

“Are you okay,” asked Moira, “you look very sick suddenly.

“I, I don’t know, I just. Oh my God!” with that, Tom dropped his clipboard and jumped away from it as though it had burned him. “The letters, look!”

Moira ran around to the other side of the case where Tom stood. His clipboard, with paper attached lay on the ground. The letters that Tom had drawn were emitting an eerie glow and the clipboard seemed to be shaking from the **** of the mysterious light.

“Do something!” she screamed.

“What?” he shot back at her.