You may ask whatever you like, Dr. Wilson. And honestly--his username is hotstud xxx. Do you really expect anything less from him? [She says this with raised brows and a sigh, taking the opportunity to articulate each "x" in the username.]

I first spoke with him when I arrived and he's been keen on deciding if I am happily married or not ever since. He likes to see if I would consider any extramarital activities whenever he's got the chance, I've noticed. [Thoughtfully, she tilts her head.] And before you think I'm anything less than a lady, I am very happily married and a mum to a beautiful baby girl. The answer has always been no.

[The joking tone drops instantly and her posture shifts when he asks about what had just happened. An image of Mycroft's ill, scarred and terrified figure crowded her thoughts as she spoke. Before she continues, she switches the feed to private.]

A program called convertpurge.exe was running, something the Admin was not aware of. Several people were removed from their locations and taken to a building--I would point it out on your map, but sources now say that the building is entirely gone.

Those who were taken were split into groups. Some were brainwashed to be believers in the prophet--a known religious group here with very cultist leanings. The remaining people were left to be "converted". [Even hardened to violence as she is, Mary had struggled with the surgeries that has been done. In the subsequent days, she'd struggled watching the converts fight their brainwashing; she runs her hands over her face.] The conversion process required surgery, which was truly nothing less than mutilation. It was torture for everyone involved.

The Admin did a system reboot. I would think this is when the entire town reports losing consciousness. [She nods slightly, recognition that there's a hole in her information here.] When everyone woke up again, those who had been taken were returned to their starting locations as if nothing had happened.

Your friend was one of the victims subjected to surgery. So--why not humor him a little? He's had a very rough few days.

[Mary is patient. She waits for the shaking of the tablet to stop, for Wilson's expression to even just slightly.]

People are trying to act normal. For some--like your friend--it's going well enough. They're at least a little bit convincing. For others... [She thinks of the conversation she'd read Mycroft having. The disjointed text, the stilted dialogue. Her chest tightens.] ...not so much.

Don't be too kind. You'll need to save some of that goodwill for yourself. For one thing, we'll need the medical help. For another, don't expect to be spared. Terrible things happen regularly here, and while this was exceptionally horrific it was not unusual.

[Mary wears a small frown, concerned and unhappy.]

Probably best that you don't. Even without any horrid events, the town is a destitute wasteland.

It is important to note that your friend has been responsible for a handful of rather dangerous experiments. Reading through the network, I've seen that he's helped us learn quite a bit about the town... [A concerned gaze lands on him, as best it can via video feed.] But he has been quite reckless. Won't be hard for you to go back and see what he's done. I'll leave you to it.

[Resting her chin on her palm, she blinks.] By the way, I've no idea your specialty, doctor, but if you need an extra set of hands I am a nurse. We may share a surname but I was working--and with a license!--before I married John.

[Still, I hope his experiments haven't hurt him or anyone else. Sherlock and Mycroft had both been killed in the name of House's experimemts, as had many more.

She chooses to say nothing, lips pressed into a thin line as Wilson presses on.]

Anyone could need anything. And my understanding is that most American oncologists practice hematology/oncology. John may well be able to use your help with the blood transfusions for MN poisoning. We have so few compatible donors...

Your specialty notwithstanding, I imagine you know how to manage various internal medicine issues. That seems to be the majority of issues here, along with MN poisoning and traumatic injury.

To be frank, I don't know much about it. We've not got a cure and it comes in many different manifestations. There's physical symptoms such as fever and cough, and behavioral symptoms such as obsessiveness and mania. I've not parsed out any sort of pattern as to who becomes afflicted and who doesn't--some people just seem to be lucky.

[She scratches her chin, thoughtful.] Most every medical supply I've gotten my hands on has been makeshift or repurposed. We've not got much. Bandages from the cleaneat fabric we can find, needle and thread for sutures...

[She sighs.] If you find something and it looks even remotely useful, you'd best keep it.