In short, many, many people thought Mr. Jerome Fischer was a snake!Jerome Fischer took over the operation of Harriman's General Store on September fir...t. He retained the four employees that were working that day, three women and a young man that worked part time after school to clean up the place. Everything went fairly well until the week following Thanksgiving Day. One day, Mr. Fischer discovered that his store had one very serious chink in its security. On that particular day, Mr. Fischer. It was lame and stupid. But it worked.She started to sound like an eight cylinder motor running on maybe five cylinders, and the sobs got interrupted by snorts. She shook like it was thirty below zero and there were some honking noises mixed in there too. Her face came up and her eyes were all shiny. There was snot running out of her nose from one of those snorts. It dripped onto her lip as I watched and she felt it. A look of horror came over her face and she wiped at her nose and mouth with. John and Alyssa thanked the receptionist and then walked over to take the elevator up to the third floor. The hospital was well sign posted, and they found room 347 easily. John knocked politely on the door.“Come in!” Calara’s excited voice drifted out from the room.He opened the door, and saw Calara standing by a desk, turning to face them as she closed the call with the receptionist. Alyssa glided past him, and the two young women came together in a warm embrace.“Oh! It’s so good to see you!”. He encouraged me to see the lawyer as soon as possible assuming I stayed awake long enough, and was getting ready to leave as the world swam and I collapsed down onto the bed."No! Not dressed like this!" My last view was of my nearly naked body, wearing only a tiny hospital gown, and the kind doctor's face, frowning in consternation.I woke up in Thedas, somewhere. I was barefoot, and wearing a skimpy, short hospital gown. My ass was hanging out in the breeze. Wonderful. It occurred to me, for.