Without an answer, the door opened and the couple walked in.

      “What?” with that, they were introduced to Dr. M.

      The doctor’s desk, just as McCoy’s, was sparsely furnished. The only difference was the picture behind his desk. Whereas the one in McCoy’s office was someone LaRue didn’t recognize, this one he did. Behind M’s desk was a giant portrait of the doctor himself.

       “You must be M,” LaRue’s voice had gone up an octave. “We are a gift for you. I am Bradli with an ‘I’ . . .” he motioned to Emily.

      “And I’m Tiffani with an ‘I.’”

      “Why are you here?”

      “You are very busy. You don’t like forepl