<div style="text-align: right"><b>Monday Night.<br/>
In her bed. Nowhere.<br/>
Somewhere near the middle.</b>​</div><br/>In her dream, Lexi was carrying a small bunch of daffodils, tied with a pretty ribbon. The ribbon itself matched the ribbon which formed the satin belt of her dress. Both of them were deep purple - like moist and tasty plums. Lifting the bunch of flowers to her nose, she breathed in the scent and kept walking.<br/><br/>Of course, it being a dream, Lexi found herself at the grave within the blink of an eye.<br/><br/>"She was your wife," she said quietly to Raymond. He looked at her and nodded. Lexi motioned to the grave stone. "Why it is there?" It was not a usual place for a grave stone, after all - an OR, right there in the centre. "It will get in the way of surgery," she explained and he shrugged.<br/><br/>"I didn't put it there," he said with that slight smile he'd worn during his visit to her office with his son. "You did."<br/><br/>Lexi frowned, and looked down at the grave stone sitting in the OR. "But that wasn't her name?"<br/><br/>Of course it wasn't. The name on the grave stone said "Jakob's Mother and Raymond's Wife." Lexi looked at Raymond and he smiled at her. This time it was more of a genuine, full-expression smile.<br/><br/>"It's a pseudonym, we know who it is."<br/><br/>Lexi nodded her head. Then, a sudden wailing started to emanate from the grave and she looked around in surprise. As the noise began to increase in volume, Lexi felt a cold hand grab her. The caterwaul from the ghostly figure was keening and sharp and, as it reached a crescendo, she gasped loudly and awoke.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right"><b>Tuesday 17:55.<br/>
In the office.<br/>
Nowhere: Somewhere near the middle.</b>​</div><br/>Lexi was at her desk and she was just reading through an email before she sent it:<br/><br/><i><b>To: </b>Patrick Smithson<br/>
<b>From: </b>Alexandria McCallington<br/>
<b>Subject:</b> Check in. Two days in.<br/>
<br/>
Dear Patrick,<br/>
<br/>
I wanted to just check in with you regarding my first two days here. I have met an eclectic bunch of patients in my first two days, and I am very much looking forward to our meeting on Friday. I have today met a patient I would like to discuss with you. Inner ear issues throughout his life, this male, 46, has experienced persistent nausea and dizzy spells. Interestingly, he has lost all sense of proprioception, also. I have ordered a full blood work and will keep you informed.<br/>
<br/>
Best regards,<br/>
<br/>
Lexi.<br/>
</i><br/><div style="text-align: right"><b><b>Tuesday 18:55. <br/>
"Downtown", or what passes for it round here. <br/>
Nowhere: Somewhere near the middle.</b></b>​</div><br/><br/>She'd finished work, and had driven "downtown", as she'd learned the local called it. It was getting late and Lexi really just wanted to go home, but she had no food in the house and so, she pulled over outside the amusement arcade on Main Street. Glanding in there, as she locked up her car, she saw a small group of teenagers congregating around a specific amusement game - the bright lights and loud noises which this building generated seemed out of place.<br/><br/>Lexi walked past it, and made her way to the grocery store. There, she began to look at what she would cook this evening. Unwilling to spend a lot of time here, preferring the Farmers' Market which she knew would be open tomorrow. So, the newest doctor in town was standing, with a variety of vegetables in her basket, considering whether she wanted a grapefruit for breakfast tomorrow or not.