Looking over at her, James understood and went to go get ready. "Alright let's get a move on." Heading into the car James was pretty silent during the car ride down and most of the people in the hospital had gone home. However, James knew exactly where to go and walked into the executive office. Running into his file cabinet he looked over the manual for this specific prosthetic in the well-illuminated room to compare exactly what systems were under the forearm piece. "Wish Kryner was here, he'd know how to make what I want." He said before bringing up more blueprints on some spring systems for bone boring for head drilling, and then some more hospital tools.<br/><br/>Demos told Pheobe to go get the movie ready and to sit there with her ass up in the air until he returned. "I thought you learned from the last time sis." He groaned before walking over to the landline and started to punch in the numbers. Waiting for operator redirect he sat there strumming his fingers across the table,<br/>"Hello, yeah it's me Demos. Yeah I need a PCD collected, and... what are your policies on pregnant women. Well, this one shot me. Just in the arm, but she's tenacious. Uh huh..." Kryner listened and he felt his blood boil as he couldn't do anything to save his wife.<br/><br/>Charles understood her want to clear her son's name and did think that Del was a bit of a harsh reality check, but he did trust his friend and she was not an irrational person. Something was up so he would like to know what exactly is up. "We'll be there in an hour."