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The group eventually limped their way back to town and found a doctor not far from the town centre. "Dr. Andrews, M.D., Ph.D" it said on the sign outside. The door was unlocked, and inside was a small square waiting room. On the far left was a receptionist desk. She looked up as the door bell jingled upon the group's entrance and was about to ask her routine question when she noticed the state of things. "Oh dear lord... what on earth happened to you?"

"We were run down on the road," says Laurence, giving the approximate location where it happened. "Struck from behind. Most of us didn't even see the vehicle, myself included, but those who did said it was a horse-drawn carriage."

'Dr Andrews...' Nicholas thought, 'I remember a dream I had about a Dr Andrews being in a zombie apocalypse scenario with a crackhead named Teeth and a few others. The doc in that though was a serial killer. Damn I hope this isn't the same thing.' Nicholas moved over to the chairs and had a seat as he nervously bounced his knee. "Why did I give up smoking?" He asked to no in particular.

'Ill go last to the Doctor, i barely got a scratch'

Pet eases herself into a chair, wincing. "I hope nothing's broken, doctor. I plan to go hiking later on."

The receptionist gasped, "A hit and run? Oh dear. Shall I call the constables?" She picked up the phone, ready to make a call just when the doctor came in the room.

"Miss McGullicutty, who's our next patient?" Dr. Andrews asked. looking around the room. He was an older man, early to mid 50's. Grayed hair crowned the back and sides of his head, while the top and front shined reflecting the fluorescent lighting above. His white overcoat was spotless and bright, with pens in his pocket, and he had the customary stethoscope dangling from around his neck.

"Take your pick, doctor. These poor people have been run down by a hit and run stagecoach!" the receptionist reported.

But the doctor looked a little bit doubtful. "Stagecoach, around here? There haven't been a stagecoach on these streets in twenty years." He waved it off, "Well, you were obviously hit by something. Ok, whoever's in the most pain, follow me." He headed back to the observation room.

ooc,I can speed through this, or draw it out... up to you guys. Please roll a Spot Hidden

Andrew,LOL. I hadn't even noticed that I picked that name. So funny. Good thing you didn't get hit.

Samantha sits down to wait while her injured companions are treated.

OOC - fail Spot Hidden by a little,[url=http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3134251/]Rolling Spot Hidden (stat 40%) in doctor's waiting room (1d100=52)[/url]

Paul sits down, grabs a magazine about royalty and notices nothing out of the normal.

Spot Hidden 35% (1d100=76)

In his nervous state, Nicholas was oblivious to just about everything around him.

"You go ahead, my dear," Laurence says to Petronella. "You got hit worse than I did." He shakes his head. "I never even saw the wretched thing that did it." For once, though, his vision is extremely sharp and something catches his eye.

(Rolled a 13)

Pet smiles at Laurence. "Thank you. Neither did I, but I felt it well enough." She rises carefully and follows the doctor, when she notices something.

Just as Pet was standing to go with the doctor, she and Lawrence both noticed two very small people dressed in green crawl out from underneath a door and scamper to a place behind the receptionist's desk. Lawrence could tell he saw what looked like dragonfly wings on them both.

Pet gasps a little, then turns to see if anyone else also noticed, or if it was just her. Again. She had learned the hard way not to mention faerie sightings too much.

"Too bad you didn't have your camera ready," Laurence says to Nicholas. "You just missed one hell of a shot."

"Another million dollar shot missed? A chance at the Pulitzer blown? If you have a gun I would appreciate you shooting me now." Nicholas sighed and put his head in his hands.

Pet looks to Laurence. "You saw them to?"

"What did you see?" asks Samantha, curiously.

Paul shuffles a page not really paying attention to the conversation.

"Oh, a couple of chaps with wings," replies Laurence quietly. "Or perhaps one or both of them were ladies, hard to tell. Quite smallish. They went behind the desk."

"Really?" whispers Samantha back, pretty stunned. She looks towards the desk, wondering what if anything is concealed behind it.