Doctor Sarah Jenson frowned at the old General as he came out to meet her. The air of absolute annoyance that she put out told anybody she passed within ten feet of that she was NOT in the best of moods. But then, who wouldn't be? The good doctor WAS taken from her hospital room, loaded into a chopper and dragged from Cedar Grove to El Frisco without so much of a simple reason. Even worse yet, she was still fuzzy over the demerol that had been administered to her before being taken from the hospital, and had a rather one track mind. "What's going on?" Jill asked from behind the corner. "SHHH!"