Purusing the selection

Desmond whistled as he stepped with a light and dance-like step. His red eyes glanced ariund the room, flicking back and forth. He was quite a sight, the cheerful man in a morgue, spinning hios pocketwatch as if it was a nice day in the sun. With a grin he nodded to the coroner and stepped into the icey chambers where they held the bodies. Today he was seeing what he could find.

Suzan entered the morgue looking around for the attending doctor. She noticed the chill room's door opened and walked over to it. "Hello?" she called out needing some samples from a dead man.