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“We got you a nice room on our ship,” a muscular man in a white suit explained as he wheeled Michiko down the hallway on a stretcher. “It's one of the best.”
Reiko walked alongside Michiko, her purse slung over her shoulder. Arthur followed with a plastic guitar case in his hand. The man wheeled Michiko’s stretcher down the barrel-shaped hallway.
“Are you sure we don't need copies of the medical release papers?” Reiko asked.
“It's all taken care of,” Ellis Huxley said, holding up a wrinkled piece of paper. “Don't worry, we’ll get you copies.”
“The doctor should have seen me before leaving,” Michiko said. “How can he release me without seeing me?”
“I don't care what kind of care you're getting here,” Huxley said. “It won't compare to ours. The doc knows that. They tend to stay out
