The odd case of Mary Parker

Newspaper

Mary looked in confusion at the journal. She yelled for the doctor to come, and he slowly came creeping out of the hallway. "What did you do to Alex?"

"We infected him with a disease found in several cases in Europe, and gave him what we believe is the cure. How is it doing?"

"We don't know yet."

"I'm fine!" Alex yelled in frustration. Clearly he was annoyed by us being so worked up about his little predicament.

"Why do you have my pictures. My journal?"

"You don't have any family, and we didn't want it going to random strangers. And the journal, you seemed perfectly sane, and that wouldn't help our case."

"Why would my stuff be given away?"

"One moment."

He walked away and left them to their confusion. She walked over to Alex and put her hand on his forehead. He's warm and would probably be pale, but they all haven't been in the sun for quite some time. And they barely eat. If that has anything to do with it. She grabbed the bars of the cell and looked down the hallway, waiting. He finally came after what seemed like centuries. He tossed in a newspaper and said "turn to page three." He smiled and walked away. Page three was the obituary.