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"So how many days will you be with us, Mein Herr?" asked the dock master at New Berlin's space port.
"I'm not sure," answered Doc, "but a few days anyway."
"Mind if I ask what it's about?" inquired the dock master.
"I do mind. It's a patient," answered Doc.
"Very well. Your ship will be safe here when you return," re-assured the dock master.
With that, Doc went to await further instruction to the Von Ludwigsberg home.
As Doc waited, he went through the notes he had taken. He knew little about this family except that for Commander Hildagert von Ludwigsberg, her family had struggled mightily since the death of her husband at the hands of the Liberty Navy.
She herself had suffered a miscarriage due to the stress. As tragic as it was, her daughter, Gretel, was worse. Physically, she was normal and in good health but mentally, she was heavily withdrawn having not gotten out of a deep trance since the miscarriage. Doc would have his hands full as both would need psychiatric help, something he wasn't well versed in. He was disciplined, after all, a pediatrician, family practice and dentistry. Matters of the mind? Well, that was something else.
Adding to the challenge was the fact that Doc hadn't packed nor planned to stay long term at any one place, let alone a cold area such as New Berlin. It was snowing when he landed and was in need of a coat. Lodging, however, became a non-issue when Hildagert offered up a guest room in her home so that he could stay close to them. At least he wouldn't have to rent a room at an inn long term, something he only did when he came on a rare ski trip.
He reviewed his notes as he waited, waited for a ride from his host.
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