<strong>Sunset, One week previous</strong><br/><br/>Mary grinned slightly at the answer to her half-question.  "Be that way, then."  She arched a brow at the mention of headaches.  "Occasional, with blurred vision?  Light sensitivity, sees colored auras around light sources?  Sounds like migraines."  She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel a moment then pulled a couple of pills in individual foil-wraps out of her carryall.  "Frovatriptan.  Good stuff, but causes dizziness.  Here's two my treat, tell her to take one, then another in four hours if needed.  Do not take more than two per day, no matter how painful it gets.  If they work, get back to me and we'll work something out." She gave Bill a very wary glance.  "If you want knockout drops, those are very dangerous.  Too many variables, body weight, age, gender, all have an effect on the dosage.  I don't sell them for use by others, people can get killed that way."<em>Or kidnapped</em>, she did not say out loud.<br/><br/>Just another abandoned building claimed by squatters was Nash's assessment of the place.  Plenty of those around, she had considered going that route herself.  Out of habit she kept one eye on her surroundings as she and Theo slid Red out of the van.<br/><br/>Something was different, she got that at once.  The weight, Red was heavier than when he went into the van.  It took her a second, the blankets she had thrown over the man, the poor light, her distraction by the new surroundings. "Jesus Fucking Christ!"  She damn near dropped the stretcher as she stared at the impossible.  She kept moving, though.  A combat medic just kept working no matter what they saw around them.  Even if it was an arm and a pair of legs that weren't there 20 minutes ago.