You were sitting in the waiting room, waiting for Scout, who had managed to snap one of his ankles doing a trick to impress Miss Pauling, to get released.

As the doors open, a couple of Medic's doves fly out, including Archimedes, who was covered in dried blood. He flutters onto you shoulder, cooing and nuzzling your cheek. Medic runs out, calling for him in frustration.

"Archimedes! Get back here!"