The Other Gargoyle emerges, looming out of an elevator with a full clipboard cradled in one arm like a beloved child and a smile that would make the Grinch shiver.  Doctor Kafka makes a beeline for the staff room, gliding with strange and seeming graceful efficiency through the halls until he spots the unfortunate, overcaffeinated, overstressed...<br/><br/>"Doctor Cox.  Good evening," Kafka says, giving the man another of his rare and unpleasant smiles.  "Or should I say, busy evening?"<br/><br/>Then he goes for his own coffee...black, no sugar.<br/><br/>"Meterological mishaps make medical mischief.  And how are the children doing tonight?"<br/><br/>He means the new residents and interns, but does Doctor Cox know this?