aka The Frazzled Mom
“Did anyone drool over that little bit? The behind-the-scenes juicy details?” The host asked. “Are you ready to talk the talent?”
The crowd cheered. Their voices grew louder as Karl smiled and looked down in embarrassment. Finally, the host cleared his throat and waved for the room to settle down.
“Before we start, the cast, or crew rather, of Mercy Terminal want to thank you for your support of the show. And I’d like to thank you all for attending the panel. Q&A is now open. Those who would like to participate may line up behind the mics.”
A long line had already formed in both aisles of the large conference room. Most of it consisted of women between thirty and fifty years of age. A majority were dressed in elaborate cosplay. Each took their turn to ask a question, hoping to find that one unique question that would make an impression, even if only a brief one, with the beloved Dr. Wilkins.
A tall woman stood dressed in a tight, but well fitted uniform, an amazing replica of those on board Hermes 7. Karl immediately recognized the type: detail oriented, a stickler for accuracy. Not to mention attractive, as far as he was concerned.
“In episode 5 of series 2, Mr. Mitchell, you stated the patient was in pain, yet it clearly showed that only a saline drip was given. The patient never received medication, but suddenly was relieved of said pain. And in episode 9 of series 3, that same patient was seen again, yet had a terminal disease in that other episode. How do you account for that?”
Karl shrugged. “Bad editing?”
As he anticipated, chuckles rippled through the crowd.
With arms open in surrender, he continued, “In all sincerity, that was roughly thirty years ago. So unfortunately, I can’t recall that specific scene in order to answer your question. But I do appreciate your attention to detail. It’s admirable. Well done.”c
She nodded, smiled and quickly returned to her seat.