“Dr. Morris,” came the gruff but familiar voice. “It’s me. Raymond,” he said, voice hoarse from the cold. “I’ve got something. A pig, it was freezing outside in the snow. And something else. A… I don’t even know what it is. Small and weak, I think it’s in trouble.”
There was silence for a beat. “Get them here. Now,” Morris said firmly. “I’ll prepare the room. Drive safe, Ray.” Raymond hung up and stood still for a moment, staring at the pig and the small bundled creature by her side. He was eighty-two.