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May. 12th, 2007 08:25 pmDr. Jack Hodgins spends a lot of his time in the lab bent over a microscope. Insects. Particulates. Spores. Minute clues that when viewed through lenses of glass and plastic can unlock mysteries.
Given how much he sits peering into this minature world, he's learned to sense what's going on in the lab around him. Almost a sixth sense, one might say. A sixth sense based on subtle clues, that lets him know who's nearby.
Like a distinct click of heels. Or a waft of perfume.
Given how much he sits peering into this minature world, he's learned to sense what's going on in the lab around him. Almost a sixth sense, one might say. A sixth sense based on subtle clues, that lets him know who's nearby.
Like a distinct click of heels. Or a waft of perfume.
