Peyton made her way down to the morgue the next morning. She'd pulled a fairly long shift the previous day and said her goodnights to Sid before leaving that night. There was no reason to believe that things would go any other way than typically normal.
When she arrived, her eyes immediately met with the the way the morgue was left. Sid always took special care in preparing the morgue in tip top shape. The tables were usually all in row, the trolley's situated neatly at the foot of each stretcher.
So, when her green eyes flickered up to see one table was missing, and there seemed to have been some sort of scuffle, she glanced around for Sid or anyone else.
When it was apparent no one was there, she backed out of the lab carefully and texted the one person that would be there this early.
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Date: 2009-03-05 07:38 pm (UTC)When she arrived, her eyes immediately met with the the way the morgue was left. Sid always took special care in preparing the morgue in tip top shape. The tables were usually all in row, the trolley's situated neatly at the foot of each stretcher.
So, when her green eyes flickered up to see one table was missing, and there seemed to have been some sort of scuffle, she glanced around for Sid or anyone else.
When it was apparent no one was there, she backed out of the lab carefully and texted the one person that would be there this early.