It did not take long for the two to reach Doctor Kafka's office...and Elizabeth immediately notices (besides the sterile neatness of everything in this room) the pile of paperwork centered on the desk.<br/><br/>"Have a seat," Doctor Kafka said, indicating an uncomfortable looking hard wooden chair facing his desk.  He stepped around and sat in the leather executive chair behind it, steepled his fingers, and gave her a stern look over the top of his hands.<br/><br/>"I am not an unjust man.  You are only required to correct your own errors.  And most of Doctor Cox's, since he refuses to perform due dilligence.  As you are not the only one of his little proteges to err, you need only do a proportional fraction of his.  Does that sound fair and equitable?"<br/><br/>He picked up the first section of file folders, a pile almost two inches thick, and held it out to her.<br/><br/>"Start with these."