"Okay, no abortions!" Flora agreed, alarmed at the degree of protest the suggestion elicited. Grateful for the chance to change the subject, she quickly took the envelope and opened it. "Hmm, tomorrow begins with a 'circulatory and muscular systems baseline assessment' at..." the hairs on the back of her neck prickled, "...9am...crap what time is it?"
The kitchen clock noted that 9 am was in seven hours. "Yikes, they aren't fooling around," she muttered, exiting for the shower without further ado. "I need to get to bed or I'm going to be exhausted for my first day of tests..."