The girl’s X-ray was no more clear—there was nothing which appeared to be out of place or damaged. Whatever technology they were using to take the images hopefully didn’t cause long-term damage, because they’d quite unnecessarily taken full-body images from the front, back, and both sides. He smiled briefly, imagining the doctors poring over them trying to figure out what they meant. It was like an episode of House—the male doctor would be Dr. House, of course, and the female one would be the girl—Cameron? Maybe the zebra could be the black guy . . . Dr. Foreman. Or was that racist? He looked at his three companions. Given the rainbow of fur he’d seen so far, if they’d invented racism it probably wasn’t based on color.