"I see. Hmm, please hold still, Terry," said Doctor Halloway. He held a tuning fork-like instrument up to her ear, which caused a light humming sound to reverberate in her brain. In a matter of moments her vision was returned to normal, and she found herself looking at a very handsome doctor with red hair and a neatly trimmed beard.
"Oh, what happened? I don't understand? Will this affect my birthing license?"
"No, not at all, my dear. You see, throughout the millennia mankind has suffered numerous maladies, which we have always sought to correct. You merely experienced something that used to happen on a casual basis. It is nothing to be concerned with, really. That is all."
Terry sped along the moving sidewalk with Bobby, recounting her distressing events of the evening.
"Everything was gray – ugly. Heck, even the doctor looked like Mopa."
"And what did Mopa look like?" Bobby asked.
"Like a fish-man. No hair, black eyes and spots on his head. There was garbage everywhere, like the bots stopped cleaning or something."
Why did I tell Bobby? What if he asks for a replacement mate? Am I broken?