"Really? Am I really going to be fine?" The Doctor nods, and she blinks away the rears and smiles, hugging you."Well, if you are quite finished there, then might I tell you about the things you were so vocal about?" Megan asks mockingly. You break the hug, and stand up as the Doctor kneels beside her, opening up the first-aid kit. With the three gunmen failing miserably at being non-threatening in the background, Megan sits down in the chair in front of the computer and starts swirling around on it lazily. "So, I guess you could say it all started when a young FBI agent, named Gabriel Jacobs met a woman named Anne Grey in 1993, in a small town in the middle of Buttfuck Nowhere, Arkansas. She claimed to have been attacked by aliens masquareding as humans, and showed remarkable powers. Sounds similar yet? So when he took it to his bosses, and they took it to their bosses, and so on and so on, the order, strangely enough was to provide a comfortable living for her, while trying to attain as much information from her. Now, this was rather strange, as no attempt was made to study her powers, I mean, none at all, while you'd think they'd get all slice happy, yeah? So, while all this is happening, they a prepping a military base with an insane amount of quarantine measures, and... Shit.Shitshitshitshitshit." On her last turn, she notices something on the monitor, and turns back towards you, her face bloodless and pale, her hands visibly shaking. Your delight doesn't last long, as she calls out in a thin voice "Doc? It looks like the critter managed to put out a distress call, or beacon before it got smashed. It summoned every available strike time of theirs in a 100 mile radius." The Doctor looks up from treating Catherine, visibly shaken, managing only to say "Oh dear.".