The morning came and Dr. Mary Allen woke up with a banging headache. She cursed herself for overindulging and promised herself to always watch it. She checked her cellphone for any calls or messages. There were none except one from her assistant, telling her that he was onto something great and they could start mass production. He just needed her to run the rule over it. As great as the news was, she found her spirits were not lifted. She tried telling herself it was the alcohol, but deep down she knew it was down to the simple fact that she had not heard from Dodd. She had slept off mad at him, but now she thought about it, she began to really worry. Yes, they had not defined whatever what they were doing was, but deep down she knew that he would have called her if he was okay. Was he inj
