It was New Years at Murkoff and a holiday party was in order. You in the other hand were a reagent, barely conscious as you were put on heavy drug medications to heal from a bad injury you got during the trial (yet still getting by with a A).

Dr Hendrick Joliet Easterman on the other hand was drinking and may or may not have done a few lines at the party. It was late at night, and the party soon made its way down stairs. Dr Easterman, far from sober made his way downstairs with a a few of his colleagues to the pharmacy for more ‘interesting’ concoctions.

Dr Easterman’s eyes were dilated as the cacophony of him and his co workers raiding the pharmacy filled your ears. You were fading in and out still on the pain meds. You smelled the stench of cigarette smoke. Easterman was standing over you—Easterman? No this couldn’t be right.

Dr. Easterman recognized you as the reagent with the twisted ankle. Yes he remember this morning, you got a A on the trial. You were one of the best and brightest, his how-high. The drugs and champagne must have really fried his brain then.

Dr Easterman grabbed your jaw, examining your face as you laid there in bed. He do anything he desired. You’d be none the wiser, would anyone even care?