<strong>Vivian</strong><br/><br/>Mr. Fox, white-faced and shaken, looks at the young doctor, and it is plain that his nerves, after last night, had been stretched to the breaking point when some new stress pushed him that last little bit.  "Doctor Fisher, I'm afraid that there was another. . .incident last night.  In room 105.  Doctor Carmichael was. . .attacked.  I've only just found out. . .I don't know quite what. . . I'm so sorry. . ." he stammers on in that vein, without saying anything more substantive.<br/><br/><strong>Roger</strong><br/><br/>A high, girlish giggle is his answer.  "Ask Julia, ask Julia, she saw it, all the gory bits, all the bright colors.  She's gone to pieces, all the king's horses are there, but this is one egg they won't put together again."  The voice only Roger could hear began to sing a silly song, stringing words together at random as she faded in and out of hearing, leaving the traumatized young man with the impression that whatever it was, it was something that even Cindi preferred not to talk about directly.