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Onlookers want to roll their eyes at Andrea and Lance’s PDA, but Andrea is too preoccupied about the physical exam to care about what people think. She’s so nervous, she has lost her appetite. After a few bites of food she feels full. Robert approaches Lance, “Sir, Dean Peters has been waiting for you at St. Peters Hospital for a while.” Andrea, pauses in the middle of wiping her mouth with a napkin. She realizes she’s finally run out of time: there is no escape from the physical examination. The drive to the hospital is idyllic. As the car winds down the mountain, it passes old chinar trees growing on both sides of the road. Their leaves rustle and shake when the wind blows, but Andrea is too unhappy to appreciate the beauty. The hospital is situated at the foot