Sitting on the sofa in Dr. Yoshita's office, Logan started to get bored again - counting the holes in the ceiling. He'd gone for one round of testing and the results didn't make sense so he's supposed to go for another. Dr. Hara entered the room this time, making Logan get to his feet as if he'd done everything before,
Logan moved from the chair to the couch as it was more comfortable. Dr. Yoshita said he was going to be right back and to not go anywhere, but didn't say why. Best guess was so he could try to get ahold of the university president, but again, didn't say. Logan looked up at the ceiling and started to count the holes; he was getting bored fast. About that time Dr. Yoshita returned, sitting back down at his desk, writing.
5. Morphs a go-go!
The ride from Hanada to the university was quiet. The person who met Logan and Sara at the airport was also their driver and didn't speak a word of English. He was of average height, in his late thirties, and wore a suit. Logan looked around the car as the buildings blurred by him, catching a business' name every now and then. Sara was asleep next to him, lying on his arm. Her cancer was on Logan's mind now. How long she had, what she'd been through so far, and what the university could possibly do for her that she hasn't tried herself.
4. Greetings from Haneda
The plane ride to Tokyo was going to be a long one, some fifty-five hundred miles non-stop, and conversating with this girl gave Logan something to do. Through conversation, he discovered that she was born and grew up in Florida then moved to Texas on a scholarship. After the program she was in ran out of money and the college not wanting to help, she expunged whatever funds she did have to try to make something work. The entire experience left her penniless and when she thought it was over, she started having blackouts while walking, which lead to a doctor explaining to her that she had diminished lung capacity from cancer. Her reasoning for coming to Japan was to not only take in the sites but to see if someone from the university could help her. She'd read the synapse in a journal in how the University of Tokyo was able to cure certain types of cancers using non-intrusive lasers, shrinking or destroying the chains that were infected. It was still considered highly experimental however the recovery rate was 10/10 so that was hopefull.
Logan opened his eyes, examining his surroundings. He was on a fairly crowded airplane bound for Japan. Logan closed his eyes again as he was getting a headache listening to all the chatter. Some time had passed when Logan felt someone sit down in the seat next to him and heard the high-pitched shrill of a female in her twenties shout Konnichiwa.
Eyes closed, Logan laid perfectly still. Didn't know how long but when he awoke he was in a hospital bed, arm wrapped in gauze. Glancing to his right Logan noticed the Fennec that attacked him curled up in a ball purring, as if its new life goal was to protect him, despite having just attacked him. Looking around further to gather his surroundings, Logan came to the conclusion that his blanket and this Fennec were the only two things of color in this blandly white room. Logan looked up to see a monitor glowing with his vitals on it and a half-filled bag of Saline. He wasn't sure how long he'd been out for, but the Saline bag was an indication of at least twelve hours, maybe a bit more. Difficult to tell. About that time a woman dressed in a colorful outfit with foxes on it entered the room. She wore a mask and gloves so she was either a nurse or an on-call assistant. Either way, they probably wanted to discuss what happened,
It was a warm afternoon for Bryce Canyon(maybe too warm depending on who you spoke to) and Logan knew it. Logan Bamaisin was a twentys-something recent college graduate that needed something to do, and the state of Utah was looking for some Rangers to hire. It didn't take Logan long to become acquainted with where they stuck him - some fifty miles into the canyon in the middle of nowhere in a crew of five. The ranger station was a quonset hut with a watch tower in the middle of it, like an upside down T. It wasn't uncommon for everyone in the crew to be out and about for days with only a radio to communicate with.