Another PM came. Again almost at the same time as he logged in. The same laconic kindness.<br/><br/><em>'UFOs! Wow! *smiles and winks playfully* Okay then, let's place our romance up in the skies ;) Or would you like to write a human male/alien female pairing?... I'm open, so...<br/>Wishing you a pleasant time.<br/>*hugs*<br/>Alien'</em><br/><br/><br/><br/>* * *<br/><br/><br/>The nursing wing of the city's largest hospital was the same quiet and torturingly peaceful, except the raised voice of a nurse filtering out from Patient room 55, one of the closest to the receptionist's desk.<br/><em>"This is the last time I tell you!... Turn off the computer, please!... I'll call a doctor if you..." etc.</em><br/>The busy stirring of mornings here only meant more tasks and more tray rolled along the almost empty corridors but that was all. Numb noises, coughs and turned up television sets, mingling with the marring scent of disinfectants... Actually there wasn't much difference between this unit and the one in the basement -the one that had the least of windows and living patients...- except some mushy paintings and sheets with the dates of sermons of all sorts of religions.<br/>Then the room's door closed again with a medium loud 'bang' and a very upset reddish nurse returning behind the counter, rubbing her face like she was the only victim on this beautiful planet...<br/>"I give up..." - she hissed to the piles of papers and grabbing one she tried to make herself useful.<br/>And much more successful than she was a few minutes ago, dealing with a seemingly very tough patient...<br/>