"Dr. Name, at your disposal." Reaching out to grab the pot of coffee and pour some of the black liquid in his mug. "I've been stuck up at this Inn for the last 7 years and I've never seen you before when did you get in?" As he listens to her response, a look of concern and then terror  spreads across his face. "Wait! 7 that doesn't sound right, It's March isn't it!... dammit!" Exclaims the doctor in a almost frantic screech.