Dr. Amsel sighed, putting down the medical journal she was reading. These days it would seem all she was doing was catching up on her reading. And while the newest medical techniques were quite fascinating to her, the fact remained that the good doctor would have rather been too busy to read. She had expected some rough spots in her practice, given how few woman doctors there were, but it almost felt like her being an outsider was a bigger mark against her then her gender. These folks in Ashcroft felt...closed, insular, more then would seem usual for a place like this. But maybe she was just overthinking things. She was somewhat new to this country, after all.<br/><br/>"Perhaps I shall give the hospital a call..." she muses. She had offered her services there before, and had been politely turned down. Maybe some persistence might pay off? The only other plans she had was to pay a visit to the old sanitarium...a colleague of hers wanted to see if some of the records had survived. But no way was she going alone in the night there. Picking up the phone, she dials the hospital, feeling a bit guilty at hoping there was an emergency that needed her expert assistance.