“Dr. Curtis; I presume?” The kindly nurse greeted. “Yes, yes; that’s correct. I am Dr. Curtis” “You said you were an acquaintance of Dr. Mann’s? Correct?” Continued the nurse, as politely as possible. “Yes, of course. He and I thought fondly of each other” Asking, almost bashfully, “Not to sound as though I’m judging, but you just don’t seem like the type Dr. Mann would associate with?” “You know, I wouldn’t be surprised if I wasn’t. Our relationship was purely professional. We were always intrigued with each other’s cases. More importantly Aaron Curtis’s” “Aaron Curtis? Aaron Curtis; oh yes, him. Wait, you’re not related are you?” “Oh, haha; no not at all; just a coincidence.” “Oh, I didn’t think so. You do almost bare a resemblance. Oh my God. Is that why you’re here? Do the police think that Aaron caused all the devastation at the church? I read all about it in the paper. They said there were bodies everywhere! And not just dead, but completely out of proportion. It was supposed to be a funeral, or something? And it seems like it was just one big sick joke; if that’s what you can call it?” “Yes, well that’s part of the reason I’m here. Dr. Mann asked that I take over his cases the next few weeks. Something unexpected came up, and he wont be available. He asked that I give you this note fore verification.” “Ok, well yes, that’s his signature all right; can’t forge the signature of the good doctor that’s for sure. Now you’re sure you’re up for this? Dr. Mann get’s some of the most depraved and sickly individuals to walk this earth. To be honest” She lent over to whisper, “ they kinda freak me out, sometimes I’ll even get nightmares, but” returning to here regular stance, and voice “ at least they’re locked up, god only knows what could happen if they ever escaped” She finished saying, while shaking her head, in the overly cooled ward; her hair up in a pony tail just brisking the side of her glasses covering her gray eyes. “Well that’s why I’m here!” “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your full name.” “Dr. Curtis, Dr. Krystine Curtis.” “Well, welcome to the Asylum, Dr. Krystine Curtis, if there’s anything you need, just let me know” “I think I’ll be fine” She responded. “I think I’ll be just fine!”
“Tall. Dark. Black.” “Make it two,” She said, taking out a cigarette from her purse. She new she shouldn’t; being pregnant and all, but she just had to calm her nerves some how. She kept getting images of all the dead bodies, the mutilation, blood, and the girl. Yes, the girl. She just couldn’t get her out of her mind. “Jenny, Jenny!” “Oh, I’m sorry Jim” she said, while lighting her smoke. “Are you gonna be ok? I know it’s a lot to take! For me too, He was my brother. And it wasn’t just, who; well; you know what happened I don’t need to explain it. So the little girl; you’re getting her back later this week? Right?” “Yeah, she’s at some social service center right now. Their just running her through the process, making it legal and all. They said that she seemed to bond with me through the crisis, and that it would probably be best she stay with me; until they have a chance to contact next of kin; and than they have know way of knowing whether they’ll take the little girl or now. Oh My God;” Jenny gasped, while exhailing a drag of her smoke. “Evie!? Poor Evie? How’s she going to manage? Can you imagine? Being that young and watching your parents die? By beings that were told can’t exist?” She said in vast devastation, with her breath showing in every other word. It had stopped raining, but it was still overcast, wet; and cold. They were sitting underneath an umbrellawed table, at some hole in the wall coffee shop. They needed caffeine, both of them. They hadn’t slept, in god knows how long; and there was still more that Jim needed to tell her before she could rest. “Jenny, I don’t know how I’m still here; but there’s got to be a reason. Nothing ever happens without reason; something’s happening, and I don’t know what. That girl, there’s something about her. There’s gotta be a reason she’s seen all this; God wouldn’t allow this if he didn’t have a plan.” “God, Jim? Is that who did this, who allowed this to happen? I know you were part of the Vatican, but how can you sit there and say that? He was your brother! And those were innocent people; innocent people Jim!” She yelled at him, belligerently; before realizing to what degree she had become hostile. She took one last drag, and put out her half smoken cigarette. Her coffee was getting cold, and she needed her rest, and didn’t much feel like talking about “gods plan” or anything ordained to that description. “Look, Jenny, fine. You’re right. Bottom line is; something’s changing; something is happening. And I don’t know what. I’d like it if I could stay with you until I found out. Maybe I’ll have more answers for you in time. But you have a little girl to take care of now, and you’re pregnant. I don’t think it’ll hurt to have me around; besides it’s only a matter of time before Kristyne comes after you and the girl. I am all you have now, in terms of defense. Let me help you, so that we can help each other, please.” “Fine, but can we please continue this later, I really need some sleep. Aaron left me the house; you’re more than welcome to stay in the guest room until we can get things figured out. Any idea how long it could take?” “Until, our deaths Jenny. We might not know, until it’s too late.” “Right, how comforting. And let me guess you think because I’m do in June, I might be bearing the “antichrist.” “Actually I hadn’t though about it. But that’s not important now, Let me take you home; and we can rest until it’s time to get Evie.” Jim was nearly scared. He needed to get himself together. He still couldn’t really piece together what had happened; it was all so much; and now, it seemed as though it were on him to see it through. The Thirteenth Hour may have passed; but the beginning of the end was just starting.