"Definitely," Martha promised before switching off the tablet and preparing for Helen's arrival.

The surgery was neat and tidy and furnished with the best equipment that the hatches had been able to offer. (Larger pieces of equipment, like the x-ray machine, had been in place when she'd taken over the building.) Her office was no different. She was sitting at her desk when there was a knock on the door, frowning over the photographs she'd taken off the bite marks.

"Come in!"