“Hey there," came a voice from the tracks.

Jane looked down and saw Red jumping four feet from the rails to the platform with relative ease. She looked around to see if there was someone else Red might be talking to or if there was a place she could hide.

Red knew the look of cornered prey, and that was the look she saw on Jane's face.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm not going to yell at you," she said, taking a step forward. Jane took two steps back.

"You don't need to be scared of . . . hey, stop backing up!" she snapped, and Jane looked ready to run.

"Red, stop scaring my patient!" Arthur said, walking up. But Arthur had a smile on his face. He knew Red's "scary face," and this wasn't it.

“I'm not . . . that's not what . . . oooh! I told Talia I sucked at this!" Red stopped and took a deep breath, visibly trying to maintain her composure.

"I just wanted to tell you that . . . for the last time, stop backing up!" she said again.

Arthur put himself between Red and Jane.

“Red, it's time for her healing session. Why don't you take a few minutes and. . ."

"Don't patronize me Arthur," Red warned. But Arthur didn't look particularly afraid. He just waved her away, and waited until she stormed off, grumbling the entire time. He turned around and Jane was pressed up against the wall.

“C'mon over here and have a seat," he said.

"The mean woman is gone." Jane slowly walked over and had a seat, her breath increasingly labored.

“Are you okay? She wasn't threatening you . . . really."

"She hates me," Jane reiterated.

"She doesn't want me here."

"I don't think that's true. I've got a feeling she's trying but well, her people skills aren't quite what they should be. Anyway, how are you feeling?"

"Better," Jane said earnestly.

"How . . . how long have you been able to do this?" she asked as he stuck his hands up under her sweatshirt and felt for the tender areas. She trembled a little bit at first, but quickly calmed down. Arthur saw that as an encouraging sign.

As he applied some healing magic to one side, he took a deep whiff.

"Uhm, Jane? Have you had a chance to shower since you've been down here?"

Jane blushed.

"Nuh . . . no. I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to touch me..."

“It's okay. After we're done, go find Mindy. Do you remember who she is? Good. She's in charge of laundry. She'll get you some more clean clothes and a towel, and she can show you where the showers are."