J-J-Knight

Halloween carried the typical trappings that its autumn weather allowed. With the cool winter ahead, it was no different for a Seattle hospital just a year before the second millennium. A man with short dark brown hair and beard, and dark blue eyes was seated at his tidy and efficient desk, the nameplate of which identified him as “Dr. Walter Valentine.” The doctor wore wire rimmed glasses, a navy blue dress shirt under his white lab coat, matching blue dress pants, and brown dress shoes. He busied himself reviewing recent FDA-approved drugs, his research suitably geared towards their potential medicinal values. Off to his left was a neatly stacked pile of folders of patient files, and onto the right was a few framed photographs. The first was an old photo of his wife, Ida, on their wedding day. She was tall, slim, and had long, flaxen hair that she kept in a ponytail, and bright green eyes. Ida worked at the university as an English and Theatre professor. The next photo was taken a