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The front door slides open, and in hurries Simon Tam.

Once again, he's looking for Roland.

"I'm Barry Allen. I'm sure you don't remember me - I was wearing my costume that night - but we were both helping out the night of Tim's war, back in the spring.

"I wanted to finally thank you for everything you did that night. I know that you saved at least two lives that night, and probably more." He extends his hand.

"Thanks."

He smiles, and takes the offered hand. "Xiexie ni." A pause. "Barry Allen ... you were the one putting together the registry of medics in the bar?"

He smiles, taking a bit of pride in his efforts.

"I still am. Unfortunately, the need for doctors and healers is still great. Have you heard about what's going on right now?" The smile flees fast.

He shakes his head, a look of professional interest/concern crossing his face.

"No, what?"

"You really should check the bulletin board, Doctor. There's a note there," Barry says, somewhat serious but grinning.

"There's an outbreak of...well, a magic-based shape-altering flu. Not a huge number of cases yet, but enough to give the staff pause.

"And not to be funny, but it's actually given one poor man paws of the canine variety. There hasn't been much we can do to stop or reverse the changes, but we at least think the flu-like symptoms - coughing, fever, and so forth - can be treated. Someone is working on a cure, but any help till then might be appreciated."

And none of this sounds at all odd to Barry at this point.

Simon's face falls a little at the first mention of magic.

"I ... I'll do what I can, but, ah, I don't ... I've got very little experience with supernatural illnesses."

"Then deal with what you can. We have a good number of magic healers, but not a lot of MDs, so maybe you can offer something new.

"And one other favor - try to keep me posted if you do meet someone who's ill. I don;t have a lot of data yet, and anything additional would be good. At the very least, leave me a note." Barry then starts to go.

"Wish I could stay and fill you in more, but I lost track of time already today. But thanks for any help."

[ooc: leaving now. seeyalater!]

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