GreenaIt was early morning as Trisha got out of bed and viewed her surroundings. She was in a square room near to Dr Young’s lab. At the far end of the room in the top corner was a small window. Trisha could see the sun’s first rays coming through as she threw off the green bedsheets. Jumping down from the top bunk onto the floor, she bent her knees and sprang away from the bed, landing face down and starting doing press ups. Having done ten, she leapt to her feet. As she grabbed her clothes off the bottom bunk to get dressed, she heard a knock on the door.‘Come in, the doors open,’ she politely said as she put on a black tee shirt and a pair of grey trousers.As the door opened, Dr Young walked into the room, wearing a lab coat, a surgeon’s mask and a pair of latex gloves, Trisha looked at her and stood to attention, saluting her.‘Dr Young,’ she said, surprised, ‘I didn't realise you were coming.’‘I have good news, Trisha,’ she said confidently. ‘The te