Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #280
…Ford shrugs, Lyn is near tears, and before they can say boo, the word Clipper snaps Jane Doe out of her persistent daze…
“Excuse my oversight, folks, but this case has me baffled. I used to think my name was Ben Wright, now I’m not sure.” He instructs the guards, “Tell the attendants to bring the patient.”
One minute later a gaunt figure, with flat drab hair and an even more drab expression, flanked by two burly women/aides, come into the room. Bob Ford stares first at the mystery woman, then at Lyn for signs of recognition from either side. There is none. It appears he has dragged Carolyn Hanes across the country for nothing.
“Do either of you recognize this woman? Could she have been a passenger aboard the Pacific Clipper, the one you reported missing?”
Ford shrugs, Lyn is near tears, and before they can say boo, the word Clipper snaps Jane Doe out of her persistent daze.“When are we leaving Captain Ford?” She says out of the blue. “Did you have a good time with that Lady, lady?” The second question is directed at Lyn, who walks up to the woman to take a closer look into her eyes. The essence of the woman she thought lost, has moved into her pupils and iris.
“Sara!” Lyn is moved, but can only move back to her seat, fearing the fragile figure in front of her.
“Did you take a picture of her when you found her?” Ford still is not convinced this is one and the same. Sara Fenwick would be 56 years old now. This woman is not.
Psychiatrist Wright opens his file, producing a photograph taken the morning after they found her standing like a statue, where she had no business being. The same blue dress, jacket cut low enough for a pretty good look at her ample breasts.
“Well, I’ll be damned, that’s her!” He points to the photo, but still cannot connect the two.
“Do you know how many morons stepped on my feet, Lyn? I felt like a rag doll, so I decided to go for a walk. Sorry I didn’t tell you where I went, but let’s go to bed. We have a big day in front of us.”
All in the room are stunned. It seems that Wright wasn’t wrong after all.
“There has been no stream of consciousness for the two weeks we’ve had her. It seems you have found the “on” switch.”
“Get me out of these horrid clothes. Who designed them, Omar the Tent Maker?”
“It is she, Doctor Wright! Only Sara would invoke the name of Omar. He’s not a tent maker, but being a seamstress and designer, she hates his designs, says they make women look thirty pounds heavier than they really are.”
“Who is Babe Ruth?” Sergeant Smith poses for further verification, albeit to trick German spies.
“A candy bar?” That is her answer.
“Ah ha! She’s not who she pretends to be.”
“This isn’t the war, Vince and what would a dressmaker know about baseball? Now let’s be serious.”
“I’m hungry, what’s for breakfast?”
“We haven’t been able to get her to eat solid food! Give her whatever she wants.”