[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/7900c075a8213d3c9b609d28ce5af1af/tumblr_oecucj7HCs1up42jgo4_540.gif[/img][hr][b][color=00ccff]Location[/color][/b]: Justice Airport[/center][hr][hr]	The flight may have been six hours long, but Cecily was glad there wouldn't be any delays due to weather. Plane flights were never much fun and she pulled out her phone, switching it over to airplane mode. The text from Riley was left unanswered--it'd have to wait for her to land. She nodded at Natasha wanting to change our her bandages, hoping that nothing too terrible had happened to her wound since the doctor tended to it last. She dreaded there being any complications. 

	Cecily relaxed in her seat as the plane went down the runway, closing her eyes as she rested her head against the headrest. When she was little, she'd always be staring out the window as planes took off. Eventually, she had seen planes take off so often that it wasn't worth staring out the window, meaning she'd either already be reading a book or she'd rest her eyes. But the coroner felt that Caesar likely had some sort of activities planned out for them during the flight, meaning that reading for the moment was out. A brief moment to rest her eyes was the best way to spend take off. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=99ccff]Iris Kingston[/color][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/5d4a4335c1a91df84ca7ca36a83d611a/tumblr_inline_nv42wt2JDv1qki4lu_500.gif[/img][hr][color=99ccff][b]Location[/b][/color]: 3932 Chicago Heights[/center][hr][hr]	Iris beamed down at the quick reply from Marc. It was the best of feelings, being able to help someone else when they were in need. And if those photographs would help Agent Tinder find Cynthia, Iris was incredibly glad she had taken them home from her. It wasn't exactly protocol to take a patient's belongings home, but after what happened the day before, Iris was certain no one would notice. Those who did notice, she hoped, wouldn't mind. 

	Exiting the Messages app, Iris caught a glimpse of what seemed to be a million emails in her inbox. She tended to keep her inbox fairly tidy, with no unread messages if she could help it. Biting her lip, Iris opened it up and quickly scanned through them. Patients' families were asking for information about what had happened the day before, with it making the news and all. The message from the board disgusted her a little bit. Were they just going to cover all of this up? It reeked of corruption and made the young psychiatrist sigh a bit. Hopefully she was wrong and the press release later that day would come clean. 

	Opening up her Mac, Iris composed a quick email response to all of the families that had contacted her - [i][color=99ccff]I am unable to pass on any information at this time, but a statement will be released at 4 o'clock today. - Dr. Kingston.[/color][/i] She didn't want those families to have to worry all day about their loved ones without [i]any[/i] communication from the staff. The very least she could do was let them know that news would be coming later. 

	Packing up her belongings, Iris paused as she heard a knock at the door. Frowning slightly, she couldn't help but wonder who it would be. Opening the door to Amy Adams and a cameraman, however, certainly wasn't something she expected. [color=99ccff]"Erm...hullo? Can I help you?"[/color]