With slow movements and composed grace, the woman known only as Doc reaches into her urn with her right hand, sets it down with her left, and then places that hand squarely in the middle of Seth's chest. "Relax now. I'm going to have to hurt you, but it will only last for a little while." To Emma, "Hold his hand."
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Outside the closed kitchen doors, everyone stops what they're doing, not just from the cries of pain, but from the fact the room beyond has started to glow.
"Ramon, sweetie," Lorne interjects by the bar. "I'll be in the office freshening up. Won't be long - you keep everything under control here, won't you."
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Date: 2009-03-29 08:57 pm (UTC)---
Outside the closed kitchen doors, everyone stops what they're doing, not just from the cries of pain, but from the fact the room beyond has started to glow.
"Ramon, sweetie," Lorne interjects by the bar. "I'll be in the office freshening up. Won't be long - you keep everything under control here, won't you."