The last few hours of work seemed to stretch out forever. At one time she would have ducked out of work to let him know immediately. They needed the money and she hated using what he had saved. He'd have to live here a lot longer than she would. She uses her key on the motel room door, opens it and walks through the nudges it shut with her foot.

"Heard somethin' interestin' today," she says as she tosses her bag on the bed. "Lady comes in once a week to get her shoppin' done. Today she's chattin' up one of the girls, talkin' 'bout her job. She works in a nursing home with dementia and Alzheimer's patients. So she's sayin' that in the last week admittance has more than doubled and 'bout half of that are young people. In their twenties and thirties. They ought not to be old enough to have those diseases. Thought maybe you and I better look into it."

She's not really sure it's alien. It's suspicious though and he needs something to do. She's worried about him. She's worried that this gloom isn't lifting. She's worried that she can't ever fix him; that she's lost her Doctor forever and that's unacceptable.

"Want to give it a look see?"