Subj: Collinwood 2001 Part 30
Date: 7/30/01 6:15:03 PM Central Daylight Time
From: N.E. Collins

Dave Woodard sat impatiently in the picnic area on the spacious grounds of Windclyffe. He had insisted on the opportunity to make contact with the child like personality of Liz Stoddard, but Doctor Hoffman had refused. So, without her consent he was just going to be there and have his way against her wishes. So, there he was leaning up against a sycamore tree with that infernal pipe of his stuck in his mouth. He thought it made him look worldly and sophisticated and it may have if he hadn't chosen such a cheap blend of tobacco to put in it. Dave was not a good looking man. He wasn't especially ugly, but he wasn't a good looking one. He was plain. If one were to ask him want kind of bread he was he would good naturedly reply, "French toast!", but in truth he would be white bread and stale on top of it. He was fed up with waiting so he set out to see what the holdup may be. He imagined that Julia had second guessed him again and had purposely set him up for this little downfall. She had had no intention of bringing Mrs. Stoddard outside for a picnic, no. She had spirited her away elsewhere, out of his grasp and away from his spying eye. Oh, that Julia was a sneaky one, he agreed with himself. And I don't care if she IS my superior. I AM on the board! And she is NOT going to be the only doctor in this facility to get her foot into Collinwood. I'm going to have my share of the wealth and she can't stop me! Dave ran these arguments through his mind as he trudged angrily toward Mrs. Stoddard's suite.

Julia couldn't stop the strong and angry grip that held her like a cold steely vise. She had stopped struggling in order to try and reserve her failing strength. Her vision had begun to blur and dark spots were appearing on the fringes. Her head swam sickeningly and she lost contact with the rest of her body. Time seemed to slow down and sounds were far away and unlike themselves. She knew this was due to a lack of oxygen, but her knowledge did little in the way of repairing the damage. The dark spots became bigger spots and she heard a ringing in her ears. She was going to lose consciousness. She might even die, but she was beyond knowing that. All her vision went dark and she was just about to resign herself to the darkness when she was let free of her bounds and left to drop to the floor in a heap. Dave Woodard peered into the open door of the apartment and saw the carnage of the room and discovered his colleague sprawled on the floor. He leaped to her side and called her name and checked her pulse immediately. Her pulse was erratic and her breathing shallow. He saw marks on her throat and he surmised what had happened. He reached for his cell phone and called for emergency assistance and he sent out the warning that there was a dangerous patient loose on the grounds. "Mrs. Stoddard is to be approached carefully and considered dangerous."

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