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St. Owen’s Memorial Hospital isn't particularly the most favoured place to spend one’s spare time. That is the common opinion of the many occupants anyway, backed up by the many more complaints that doctors and nurses hear day to day as they try to go about their work. Then again, most people that stay at St. Owen’s don’t arrive on their own accord. This is especially true for our intrepid heroes, although at this point in their lives they aren’t feeling at all intrepid, or heroic. In fact, they haven’t all even met. But that is soon to change! Very soon to change actually, because as we see here, the first one of our crew is arriving! And in a wheelchair, poor chap. Well, you must follow him! I have other things to be doing than talking to you. Good luck, my intrepid hero. I think I heard a saying one time; I cannot remember where from; but it said something along the lines of: “time is a weird soup.”
Remember that. Remember that always.
Now off you go adventurer. Don’t be late!