[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#DDA0DD]Antoinette McCarthy[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=#DDA0DD][b]Location:[/b][/color] Hospital -- New York City, New York
[color=#DDA0DD][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Enhanced Intuition[/center][hr][hr]

	It was mostly a lonely wait in the hospital, leaving Antoinette to pace back and forth, giving rushing nurses and doctors room as they ran past her while she waited for news on Mirembe. Part of her thought she should have gone off and helped Carolina but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was supposed to be here. If only she knew for what reason. She watched the doors where they had taken Mirembe through so she didn’t notice anything until she heard screaming and shouting. 
	Antoinette turned her head in time to watch people running before a car came through one of the walls of the hospital. Antoinette dropped to the ground, covering her head from the debris and shielding her face from the dust that followed. She did not need another head injury today. She was stabilized herself and didn’t particularly like the earlier headaches. 
	With one last look back at the doors, Antoinette made for the new opening in the wall that led her outside the hospital. As she walked, she checked on passing people who had scattered, just to make sure they were okay. There wasn’t a whole lot medically Antoinette could do but another pair of hands in a crisis was always welcomed she thought. 
	As she stepped out, her blue eye started to glow as she scanned the chaos around her. Just in front of her, two people were locked in battle. It seemed one of them was another Silver Surfer clone and Dr. Strange was challenging him. Antoinette took another few careful steps before she called out. 
	[color=#DDA0DD]”Dr. Strange, sir! Could you use an assist?”[/color] She knew Dr. Strange was a prideful man, one who usually liked to work alone. At least that’s what the media said.