Being A Good Neighbor…Yer Doin’ It Wrong

…based on real life

A Bit Of Fiction: “Goodbye, Sally” (Epilogue from Doc Tempest and the Werewolves of London)

The room measured 30 feet on a side, with a 12 foot ceiling. The stasis generator took up nearly half the room and it had taken Doc and Sally nearly 3 months to install and test it. A third of the remaining space was occupied by the Tesla Engine that would power the generator. In the center of what open space remained was the stasis tank. In marked contrast with every other workspace of Sally’s that Doc had ever seen, this one was spotless. He mentioned that fact to her as he filled one syringe with the innoculant and another with a sedative.

Sally chuckled. “Yeah, well, it wouldn’t do to wake up 25 years from now in a pig sty.” She slipped off her robe and stood nude in front of Doc, extending her arms for the injections. Anyone seeing her like this would have been surprised, but Doc had been her friend as well as her physician for almost 20 years now. She had no secrets from him.

The first injection was a touch painful, owing to the larger needle, but the second was over and done with before she even realized it. Almost immediately, she began to feel relaxed.

“You’ll be ready to go in a couple of minutes”, Doc said as he put the syringes away. He didn’t ask her if she was sure she wanted to do this or if she was afraid or anything. Everything that could be said between them had already been said months ago. Even then, he had understood and not tried to dissuade her. He had known how hard Carol’s murder had hit her…how angry she had been at the world and the people who couldn’t accept other people’s choices. He had been there for her. But then, what else could you expect from Doc Tempest?

“Feelin’ a bit woozy, Doc”, she drawled as she walked towards the stasis tank with him. “You’ll have to help me get inna tank.” She giggled.

Doc smiled. “Not a problem. Let me just give you a once over to make sure everything is ok.”

He checked her pulse, breathing, heart rate and pupils. Everything was fine. Her skin, in reaction to the innoculant, was covered with what looked like pale pink sweat, but was actually the interfacing hormone she was exuding.

Doc was supporting her now, one arm around her shoulders, his other hand holding her left arm. He looked at the now dreamy expression on her face and quietly said, “It’s time, Sally.” Then he picked her up and placed her in the tank. As her body sank, he held her head up long enough to put the breathing mask over her face.

Just before she completely submerged, she looked at him.

“G’night, Doc. See you in nineteen sicksy four”

And then she was out and fully submerged. Doc closed the lid of the tank and walked over to the stasis generator. After checking the lone meter on it’s side, he flipped the lone switch next to it. The generator began to hum, the pitch getting higher, until after just over a minute later, it leveled off at a point where only dogs and Doc Tempest could hear it.

Ten seconds later, electricity crackled around the stasis tank and the fluid inside instantly crystallized. Doc inspected the tank in minute detail. When he was satisfied that nothing was amiss, he stood there, looking at Sally Smithfield, perhaps the most unique scientist he had ever met, as she slept so peacefully.

“I promise you, Sally, that the world you’ll wake up in will be a more tolerant and accepting place. I’ll make it that way, whatever it takes.”

And then Doc Tempest left the room, shut the door and left Sally to her long sleep.

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