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"Aha what?" Marcus repeated. "What is it?" "Aha. You got me. I have no idea what this is. So, what is it?" Interestingly, he also brought up Mars in a meandering list of what it wasn'ts. Fresh back from his other room, Marcus was being shot to pieces by machine gunned questions about treatment plans and prognosis. Bleeding, he just blurted, "I have no frigging idea what this is!" to three sets of eyeballs popping out in stone silence. To the rescue, little Albert broke the ice with "But Doctor Blake will know!" Thus spake Alfred. Everybody quickly clung to the wisdom mouthed of this babe. Gwen assured the family that Dr. Blake always knows, always. "See you tomorrow at, um, three fifteen?" She penciled in tomorrow's first appointment. The second patient came alone, presented his x-rays to uh-huh's and microscopic slides to I-see's and watched as his substitute doctor stepped into his other office for a few minutes. Kishy remarked that the bus from Mars must be unloading here today. The aha's of Muhammad were followed by, "That's two! So far, you are winning." "Winning? Shit!" Marcus staggered from Ham's room with his face in his hands. This time he cut to the bottom line. "Sir, Dr. Blake will go over this with you tomorrow. I, frankly, don't know what this is." That was a mistake, as the gentleman went in to a reverie of "I knew it was bad. I knew. Nobody wants to be the one to break the news!" He began screaming, "WHY DON'T YOU JUST TELL ME THE TRUTH! I CAN TAKE IT!" "Sit down, sir." Marcus looked him seriously in the eyes, "Listen carefully to what I have to say. Please don't interrupt. OK?" "Yes doctor. Yes. Just tell me. I can take it."