The Wordsmith Myth
A Story Teller
Peter was looking over a blood sample. "Uh-oh." He said.Caitlin looked back over to Ronnie he was running a bit warm how ever he looked fine, like sire he was warm but he didn't seem overly sick because of it. "What is it Dr. Snow?..." He said catching her staring at him. "Is there a way I could speak to him?.." Caitlin said hopeful. "I'm sorry my dear but it dosnt work that way....however I can feel him...and the way he feels about you and memories of you to are here..." He responded
Amelia let out a small clearing your throat cough to get the man's attention. "Evening sir....here to take are your little undead problem..." she said
He looked up. "Ah close the door.'