I had been trained from childhood to recall the smallest details, and even in my panic I had not lost the skill entirely. Closing my eyes, I took a few breaths as I reconstructed the interior of Greg's home, seen in swift glances as I entered and again as I was looking for his medical bag. There was precious little to see, scattered papers, the detritus of a bachelor's home, and something else... "Tea, there was a teacup out and empty, but I know not what was in it. I could not afford to stop and check if it had something other than tea inside."

With that, I stood back, allowing the physician to work.