Blaybe grabbed the red pen and began to scribble on the white notepad. The Kid noticed everything in these next few seconds. He would remember the sound of the pen scribbling across the sheet for the rest of his life. As well as the sound of the sheet being ripped...

"So as you can see. That's why I came to you."

The older lady took a sip of her coffee. Took a breath. Or two. Let the gears in her brain spin. She did all of this slow.

"Usually. When someone says they're sick. That's what they are."

Linda felt provoked to reply...