Connor McKenzie took another sip of coffee as he finished reading the conclusion to the fifty page thesis on gamma radiation and its affect on cell tissue regeneration. It was actually quite good. Well thought out theories. Susannah had a fair degree of brains to match her beauty. To be fair his mind was not fully focussed on the young university student's work - nor was it on the now quite ancient sounds of 'Tocatta and Fugue in D Minor' that had been played so expertly on a violin by the capable hands of the late great Vanessa Mae, transferred to tape and then to mp3 and finally making its way to the headset that Connor was currently wearing. Such classics survived even the great fall.<br/><br/>His mind was instead on the Doyles. It was over a year since he left the hospital. A year since the Doyles had accused the Hospital of their daughter's ill treatment and a year after he discovered that his best friend was not the man he thought he was - instead a monster in human skin.<br/><br/>Connor had never met the Doyles, or their daughter, yet he felt a kinship with them. They too had been betrayed by those they trusted.<br/><br/>And of course he didn't for one minute think their death had been accidental.<br/><br/>He was briefly distracted from his reverie when a pretty seventeen year old entered. It took him a few moments to realise he was staring at her shapely legs. His face flushed mildly red before he forced himslef to return to his student's notes.<br/><br/>It had been a while since Connor had been in a relationship, steady or otherwise. The fact that girls as young as seventeen were catching his eye made him realise that he missed female company more that he'd have liked to admit.