She made her way to the room where she’d done her stress test. Here, she’d run back and forth with steadily increasing speeds until she couldn’t run anymore. She’d rested, then run again, then again, until she couldn’t even stand.
Sounds intense.
The Doctor was waiting for her. A metal canister sat on a table, and there was a sturdily built, cushioned chair sitting close by.
And there it is.
Jamie’s very own power potion.
“You’re ready?” the Doctor asked.
Jamie nodded.
I assume they have a safe room specifically designed for the potion to be taken in. Newly obtained powers can be quite dangerous, after all. Just look at the Scrub incident.
“If you’ll change into this, we can preserve your clothes for the return trip home.”
Jamie took the offered clothing, a plain gray bodysuit that would cover everything from the neck down.
Good idea, especially given the chance of physical changes.
A word in blocky black letters on the front read ‘Jamie’ while one on the back read ‘Client’.
“Hi, my name is Jamie Client.”
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