The door to Alexis's office closed quietly behind us, the silence of which was intensified by the tension that filled the air. Evelyn was already seated on the examination table when I had complied with Alexis's command, not sure if I was going to regret it, but aware that I didn't have a real choice. Alexis's office was clean, too neat for my taste, with hard lighting and the faint odor of antiseptic that stuck to the walls. It was almost ironic, considering the fact that the very same woman who ran this room had spent hours fixing up bodies that were most likely far more violent than my own back at her hospital.