Chronological Chaos - Temporal Tides

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Soon, we'll be introduced to another person in this story. This one will play a bigger role than most. He's a curious one. There are only a couple of people to have ever existed that I have a hard time following and he's one of them. Of course, Sybil would choose one of these people. I'm sure, soon, you will understand why.

Sybil walked down the sidewalk that led to the hospital. There was a side door that she could use to enter the Medical Examiner's office. Every Saturday, she met her dad at work and helped him tidy up for the weekend. They would usually leave at around 2 and grab a late lunch.

Taking the door handle, she pulled. It was locked. Sybil sighed and knocked. And waited. And waited some more.

Her watch beeped. She gave up and turned around, walking to the front entrance of the hospital. She didn't like to go this way and it was only the second or third time she had walked through the hospital. The revolving doors swept her into the lobby. The smell of the antiseptic hit her like a wall. She tried to just walk to the elevator but the person at the desk said, "And how can I help you?"

She groaned inwardly; it was never the plan to talk to people here. That's why she used the ME's side door. Walking to the front desk, she saw that it was a young man, around her age.

Sybil stopped at the desk and said, "Do you work here?"

The boy squinted. "Why would you ask?"

"You're wearing a track and field sweatshirt."

He looked down at the gray hoodie. "Ah, yes. You would be right." He straightened it and said, "Technically, no. I just help out. I'm really useful."

"Grayson!" They both whirled at the voice. A woman emerged from a side room. She looked more like she belonged than the boy. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop harassing patients?" She reached for her pen in her front pocket and threw it at him. Her aim was true and even though he ducked, the pen hit the side of his head with a clack.

Sybil's eyes widened at the scene. The boy stood and ran for the hall and the woman took her rightful seat in the office chair. "Sorry, sweetie," she said, sighing heavily. "That's just Grayson. He's completely harmless." She raised her voice and called after him, "But he's a pain in my behind!"

"Don't worry about it," Sybil said. She shifted her backpack onto her shoulders. "I'm just here to see my dad."

"What's his name?" The woman began clicking something on the computer.

"No, he's a medical examiner here. I come in and help clean his office on Saturdays."

"Oh! Sybil, right? Your father talks about you all the time. You know where to find him."

"Thank you." Sybil turned and walked towards the elevator. She pushed the button. There was a large, fake, potted plant next to her and it rustled a little. Sybil raised an eyebrow and looked around it. Grayson was crouched there, hand on the wall. "Is Kelly following me?" he asked in a whisper.

"What? No. You're fine." The elevator doors opened and Sybil stepped in. Grayson crawled around the plant and into the elevator with her. As the doors rolled close, he stood, dusting off his knees. He pulled his sweatshirt straight again. "I'm Grayson," he said.

"So I've heard," Sybil said, dryly. She leaned past him and pressed the basement button. He glanced back. "You're going to go see the dead bodies? I promise they're a lot less entertaining than you'd think."

Sybil scoffed. "I'm not playing with the bodies. I help my dad clean his office there."

"Is he a janitor?"