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her sandy blond hair away from her face revealing her light blue eyes. He stuttered in response, "I'm Dan Doctor, I mean, I'm Dr. Cronsworth… Dr. Dan Cronsworth… Daniel… Dr. Daniel…. Cronsworth."
    Holding the stack of folders against her chest with one hand, she extended the other while walking across the room. "I'm Dr. Towers with the CDC. General Brown assigned me to work with you on this new strain of virus." The two scientists shook hands. "It's a pleasure to meet you Dr. Cronsworth."
    "Please, call me Daniel…Danny… Dan… Da-"
    Wendy placed her hand over his mouth to stop his rambling. "Call him Dan." She reached out her hand. "I'm Wendy, the wife of Dr. Dan Danny Daniel."
    Dr. Towers shook hands with Wendy. "It's nice to meet you both. Please, call me Lisa. I am not into all the formal protocols or the pleasantries. I prefer to focu s on the work." She set the stacks of folders down on the table and revealed a shirt straining to contain her larger than average chest.
    Wendy picked up her purse and slung it over her shoulder. Glancing at her husband and turning toward the door, she said, "I'll leave you and the pretty doctor to have fun with Petri dishes all night. I'm going to get some Chinese take-out and plant myself in front of an old movie on cable."
    Daniel stepped away from the table and said, "I promise you, we are only here to work on isolating this virus, nothing is going to happen."
    His wife turned back to him with a smile on her face. "Oh sweetie, I'm not the least bit concerned. I know nothing will happen."
    "You're not going to tell me to behave? You're not even going to pretend to be the slightest bit worried or jealous?"
    As she turned away from him she replied, "No, it's you we're talking about."
    "What's that supposed to mean."
    Walking out the door, Wendy let out a laugh and said, "She's way out of your league."

Chapter 3
     
     
    As the sun set behind the Rocky Mountains , Prometheus walked along with a group of twenty other undead across the park toward the mall where the Zombie Crawl celebration was in full swing. Hundreds of humans dressed as zombies, drinking beer, and listening to the loud music, which bounced off of the tall buildings. He stared at the streetlights and neon beer signs in the bar windows, as he could not imagine such a light or how it could be produced. Never had he seen the darkness lit up so well without the use of many large fires and torches. He thought, how could they contain this light in all these glass tubes?
    A young Goth woman ran up to him and spoke with a British accent. "Excuse me kind sir, I am in need of assistance as I do not belong in this strange land. Can you please offer me some guidance? I have nothing to offer in exchange but I promise my father will see you are greatly rewarded upon my return to Billington Manor."
    Prometheus continued walking with the group as the Goth woman matched their pace. He explained to her, "I am also new to this world, apologies as I may not have the answers your ears desire. If you join us in our quest, you will gain some of the knowledge you seek. Others, who have experience in this strange land longer than I, can assist in many of your questions."
    "Finally, I meet a person who speaks the King's proper English. I do not understand this gibberish spoken by these strange people who have the most peculiar ways." She glanced at her arms with the needle marks and long brown streaks, and tried to brush them away. "I do not mean to appear daft but my soul seems to have been placed inside the body of another woman. A body which is difficult to move yet it feels strong. It is as if I am the subject of an extreme bag of nails."
    Prometheus explained, "As we have all been placed inside bodies which we do not own, I can only offer obscurities as I cannot answer all of your questions. As for speaking the King's English, I feel I am speaking my native tongue of Attica . However, I also seek many answers just as you desire and