<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"God knows, you can't choose your family," Tony said sourly, thinking of his father, as he led her down to autopsy.  "Sorry.  I didn't mean to be disrespectful."<br/>
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He tried not to listen as she talked to her father... but there was no avoiding it in the elevator.  When she hung up, Tony wanted to offer condolences -- he knew what being disowned felt like -- but he had no idea whether she'd feel comforted or offended.  He settled on silence as they walked into autopsy.<br/>
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"Anthony, I was not expecting -- well, hello there.  And who might you be?" Ducky asked, turning from the body laid out on the table to regard the newcomer.  He hadn't yet started the Y-incision, was merely doing his complete external exam.</span></span>