"Mrs. Whitefield, you're up," a man in a lab coat said.
Stacy Whitefield walked into the adjoining room with purpose, pushing her daughter gently.
"Sit down, both of you," the Doctor urged. "The straps are so you do not move during the process. It could be unsafe otherwise," he said, strapping them in tightly.
Stacy felt a surge of electricity pass through her, but it only seemed to last for a moment. Then her lip curled in disgust. Zelda had the right idea. This was a waste of time.
"That's it?" she heard Zelda ask.
"What did you expect?" The Doctor said.
"More, I suppose. Thank you anyway, Doctor."
"Why are you thanking him? All he did was shock us," Stacy said.
"Perhaps you'd better go home," the Doctor suggested. "We have a car for you outside. Remember, we expect you back in a week. And we need you to record your impressions."
"Yeah, whatever," Stacy said.
As they were heading out, Jay stopped Zelda. "What happened to you in there?"
"It is nothing to worry about, Jay," she said. "I'm perfectly fine. I will see you tomorrow, maybe. They have a car waiting for us. It would be rude to keep the driver waiting."
"You're next," the Doctor said to Jay.
