Alexander had looked at the woman standing in front of him in silence as said woman shifted uncomfortably. The situation had changed, Dr. Simmons was no where in sight and now, he had spent a good three week boat ride for nothing. Alex sighed in frustration at the situation he was in, [color=green]“No I don’t need any professional help, however I did need to speak with Dr. Simmons. If he is not here then I will be taking my leave. I'm sorry to bother you.”[/color] He said with a bow as he turned to leave the homely office but noticed a newspaper on the coffee table. He quickly picked it up before leaving the office, disappointed that the doctor was not ‘in the house’, so to speak.

As he walked the empty streets of Ostropa, he read the front article of the newspaper, [b]'Revolutionaries Attack Boat Carrying Medical Supplies for Epidemic! Dozens Endangered!'[/b] it read. Alex raised an eyebrow at this, [color=green][i]‘Terrorists attack ships with medicine, not revolutionaries. Revolutionaries fight FOR the people, it doesn't make sense to do something like this. This has to be propaganda, someone just wants to rile up the public in order to sell more papers or a really unorganized rebellion group.’[/i][/color] Alex thought in disgust as all three scenarios, he then threw the newspaper into a nearby trash can, feeling a bit angry. Alex started walking aimlessly as he lifted his medical bag over his shoulder, the red cross and the equally large word ‘doctor’ becoming more visible and to eye level as to advertise the fact that he was a doctor and looking for work. [color=green]"Lets try to find some work."[/color] He mumbled to himself.