Chapter 2901 Split My Poor Little Pussy:>63

I was listening to 'Smoke on the Water' when I was informed they were going to open the tank. The top of the tank split in half. Just above me was a metal bar and that bar was the top of what Nick had called the patient assembly. A hydraulic arm reached down and grabbed said bar. It was slowly removed from the tank. I was the heart of the patient assembly nestled in a complex body harness. When I was at the top of the water line nurses gingerly lifted me up and out. They removed the oxygen helmet as well as the IVs that had been feeding me this entire time. I was toweled off and dressed in bright green hospital scrubs. They put those micro socks on my feet and I very slowly climbed down the metal staircase to a waiting wheelchair. My hair wasn't even dry when I was subjected to a series of noninvasive scans. They were about to run the tests again when Rhea put her foot down. She said she was taking me home and that was that. Cindy drove while Rhea and I sat in the back of the car. I glanced outside and saw that we were heading towards the outskirts of Arkham. When the city was founded only the richest could afford to build out here. Did Rhea know someone that lived here? We pulled onto Miller Road and parked at the second house from the very end. The road was named after the Miller family but that was before the murder suicide that marked the demise of that prestigious bloodline. Cindy came around and opened my door for me. I had to lean on her as I got out of the vehicle. While I was in no pain my body was weak from inactivity and the ravages of the gate's effects upon me. I stopped when I caught sight of the Old Miller Place. Someone had refurbished it. Hell, it looked brand new. I told Cindy stories about how when I was a kid we came up here on a dare to throw rocks at the windows. The place was supposed to be haunted by Old Man Miller's ghost. I never saw any ghosts but the place still gives me the creeps.