<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>St. Catherine Memorial Hospital<br/>00:54 21 July 2079</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">The morning of July 21 was overcast, a storm front moving in overnight from the Pacific.  The doctors at SCMH were primarily there tending to emergency cases that came in overnight, diverting non-critical patients to waiting areas and triage.  The building was old but still functional, having been remodeled almost 10 years ago and in severe need of another one.  People sat around waiting to be seen, in various stages of pain and suffering.  Charity hospitals were always full, even when they closed, trying to give people a symbolic gesture of care and compassion.<br/><br/>Dr. George Ramsey walked from emergency room number 3, having just stitched up a woman who'd slit her wrist on a knife in her kitchen.  He had his clipboard and white coat, thankful they'd done away with those damned scrubs.  They'd gone back to the more traditional role of letting doctors wear what they damn well pleased, which was mostly white shirts and black pants with a tie.  He handed the file to a nurse to be logged, then picked up his next case, adjusting his rimless glasses to read it better.  He was a tall man, standing about 6'4", with short black hair and deep grey eyes.<br/><br/>He read the brief description and then glanced at the nurse, before heading to find the person in question, Patricia Gables.  He called her name and she stood, following after him to the exam room.  He walked in, allowed her to enter, and locked the door.  "Miss Gables.  Says here you think you might be a super."<br/><br/>Patricia nervously nodded.  She was a short woman who looked to be about 18, with long black hair.  Dr. Ramsey said, "You know that by revealing this to me, I have to detain you after your treatment.  Are you sure you want to do this?"  Doctor/patient confidentiality didn't exist with the government, and if he tried to hide the fact she was a super, he'd be sent away for a long time.  Better to get this out of the way now.<br/><br/>"I know, Doctor, but... well look," she said, lifting her shirt.  She wore no bra, and her breasts bounced into view.  Dr. Ramsey took a look at the woman, then stood up and went to the phone, dialing a number and saying, "Get me Dr. Vernon.  Yes I know what time it is, but do it."<br/><br/>Patricia sat there in scared silence as Dr. Ramsey spoke to his colleague, before hanging up and saying, "Miss Gables, I'm afraid you have a type of cancer that affects only supers.  It's a... genetic disposition from obtaining powers.  We can't treat you here, and I have to turn you over to SPECTRE."<br/><br/>Patricia stared at him in shock, then began to cry.  When she cried, her tears fell and formed ice once they left her cheeks, clinking onto the floor.  It was moments like these that made Dr. Ramsey hate being a doctor.</span>