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John Morgan Hall, School of Medicine, University of Pennsylvania
2:00 PM - Wednesday, July 16, 1969
Jerome Padgett was in the project's laboratory in Room 110 of John Morgan Hall, doing some routine checks on the equipment in preparation for this weekend's experiment. With him in the lab was Assistant Professor Nancy Remington. The slight psychology professor was in her thirties, with long dark hair and attractive features. Though she was shorter than him by a few inches, she towered over him since he was in his wheelchair. Throughout their work together, Jerome had found her to be very competent and knowledgeable. Dr. Gregory Anderson, the project lead, had chosen her well.
The man himself walked into the lab. He was a tall and confident man in his late forties, with brown hair just starting to turn gray and a full beard and glasses. His expression now was one Jerome hadn't seen before. "I was just inspecting the supply of Morpheus," Dr. Anderson said. "There's a dose missing. I brewed up ten doses this past weekend. Nine is all we need for the experiment, but I had prepared an extra one just in case. I'll make some more tomorrow night so we'll have an ample reserve, but this has me concerned."
"It is fortunate that there we haven't seen any serious side effects yet, not counting that one case. With a little luck the worst that will happen will be a night of strange dreams for a random person, and unless we have the incredible bad fortune to have that same person sign up for the study, no harm done. I'll search the lab to make sure it wasn't misplaced."
He begins to wheel around the lab, looking carefully for any container that might hold the missing dose.
Jerome began to search through the lab to see if the Morpheus was still present while the professor spoke. Each dose was eight ounces of a brown liquid, and they were all stored individually in stoppered flasks. The flasks were kept in the refrigerator, and when he looked inside he could tell that there were only nine of them there rather than ten. He looked in the vegetable bins, but there was nothing in them, either - not even vegetables. Other than the flasks, the fridge only contained chocolate milk (for the control group), juice and soft drinks, and breakfast and snack foods.
"Your son Brian was in here this morning," said Nancy Remington. "He was looking for you. I told him you were in your office upstairs, and he left. Other than that, nobody."
Jerome hadn't been present in the lab when Brian had come by, and he hadn't seen anyone else in the lab.
However, when he hears Dr. Gregory mention the chances of spying, his demeanor changes.
"Spying would make a lot of sense under these circumstances. We need to start locking up the samples, and perhaps trying to investigate what university personnel might have gotten close enough in their daily rounds to sneak in. Someone other than Brian could have snuck into the lab. Also - please don't take this the wrong way, Doctor Gregory, but how well do you trust your son?"
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Nancy also began a survey of the lab, looking for any kind of clues about the theft, but she came up empty too. "I wasn't in the lab all the time," she said. "I left for lunch, and nobody was here then. Anyone could have walked in and taken it."
Gregory Anderson's frown deepened. He too started looking around, and his powers of observation had not declined with age. When looking in a cabinet containing empty flasks, he noticed something odd about one. "This flask's got a little water at the bottom, and some droplets on the inisde. It's been rinsed fairly recently." He poked around some more. "There's a thermos missing from the supply cabinet."
"Someone poured the Morpheus out of that flask and into the thermos, then rinsed the flask out and put it back with the empties."
"Precisely." Dr. Anderson nodded. "That clinches it, then. Whoever took the Morpheus most likely did not want it for personal use and knows it needs to be kept cold until it's ready to be consumed." He sighed and paused deep in thought. "Nancy, you said earlier that Brian asked where I was, and you told him he could find me in my office?"
"Son of a...Brian never did come to see me. I haven't seen him all day, nor have I seen any messages from him! I didn't want to think it was possible...Tell me exactly what happened when you saw him."
"It was around 11:00, maybe a little after. He looked like he usually did, with that brown jacket he always wears and his backpack. He seemed confident and upbeat, but he always does. I remember I was going over the interviews from the last experiment, particularly the accounts Emily Simmons gave of her dreams. I was a little distracted, but I saw Brian come in and asked what he wanted. You know, he was standing close to the fridge. After I told him you were in your office, he just left. Then I went out to lunch about half an hour after that. The question is, where is Brian now?"
"I know his course schedule. He's got Calculus II right now with Professor Scott." Dr. Anderson checked his watch. "It's 2:20 now, and the class lets out at 2:30. If you hurry, you can get there in time. Nancy, I'd like you and Jerome to head up the investigation. Recover the Morpheus and bring it and Brian back to me, but be discreet. I'll handle the security arrangements."
Jerome wheels off with Nancy to meet Brian.
"Okay, let's go," said Nancy. She rushed off with Jerome as he wheeled himself through the corridors of John Morgan Hall to a side exit. The wide plank he had improvised as a wheelchair ramp was leaning up against the wall nearby, and Nancy put it in place on the steps so that he could roll down them and outside. She picked up the plank and carried it with her as she hurried with him to the Rittenhouse Lab at 33rd and Walnut streets.
Day In Day Out
John Morgan Hall, School of Medicine, University of Pennsylvania
4:20 PM - Wednesday, July 16, 1969
When Jerome returned to the lab, he saw that a new deadbolt lock had been installed on the lab door. The door was open; however, Dr. Anderson was inside and working. He smiled when he saw Jerome roll inside. The fridge now had a lock too, a heavy steel padlock that kept the door securely closed.
"Any luck?" asked Dr. Anderson.
After a pause, he continues, "Brian has missed two different classes. We talked with his calculus professor, who is worried about him. His girlfriend didn't know where he was, nor did his friends at his fraternity. Nancy is waiting to intercept him if he shows up to a class late. The only real hint was that he might have gone to a church, but we looked at all the nearby churches and had no luck. I suppose if he had taken the drug and was experiencing effects, it might put him in the mood for spiritual guidance. On the other hand, he could have gone to a church for a completely different reason. I've been told he was never particularly religious, but is there any church in particular that he might have gone to? One he might have had some emotional or sentimental or practical attachment to?"
"Do you have any other leads?" asked Dr. Anderson.
You know I don't like wasting time, but you are probably right about the churches. If Brian does not show up again, I'll see you tommorow."
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