<strong>Name</strong>: Fey Morgan<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hospital Waiting room to conference room<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Late evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/>Fey stifled a yawn, she wasn't tired, or even bored. But most people would assume she was. In fact she was tasting the air, without realizing it. She could taste the anti-septic smell that permeated the entire hospital but deeper, the smell of injury and pain, meat and death. She noticed Simone before she could do anything embarrassing, following her to the small conference room and snagged herself a chair and sat down, swinging her shoulder bag into her lap. She opened it up and pulled out the leather book. In the fluorescent lights it looked..odd. As if it had an extra dimension or, it was more or less real than everything around it. It didn't bother Fey however and she opened it, flicking through the yellowed pages past the strange illustrations until she got to the section she was looking for.