John Doe
"Sorry to keep you waiting. Is everything all right with Arthur?" the nurse had returned to open the door for him. He was sweaty and his gown creased.
"A little angel."
"Yeah, well, good for her," he replied, more concerned with walking him back towards the exit than making sure the patient in room 325 was actually meek.
"A restless guest?" Stone tried to twist the knife to annoy him. The bravado was gone.
"That's the first time he's behaved like that since they brought him in."
"What happened to him?"
"I'm not a doctor, mate, but until this morning he was no livelier than a cactus."
"How long has he been here?"
"A little over a week. He was found wandering in the bay in a state of confusion and without papers. The police brought him in."
"So a John Doe."
"That's right,
