Her name is Evelyn Malleson. She's a neurosurgeon, and you're her assistant. You and she are on the night shift at the hospital right now.

It was dark all around – only the light from the street lamps was burning. For a while you just walked in silence through empty and quiet corridors.

"It's cold." — Evelyn finally whispered, buttoning up her white medical coat. She stopped for a second, and then continued walking. — "Let's go have some tea and get back to work."