"Sure you want to be here for this?" Medical Examiner John Wilson asks.

I nod.

"I want to be sure," I said. "I have the stomach for it."

The doors to the morgue are closed.

John Wilson was the ME who responded shortly after Emily's death. He was among the various Police Officers on the scene back in January. I knew John well; mostly because he knew who I am and had asked for my help on a couple cases. One of those cases lead me to adopt the 'Skill Seeker' identity wearing a costume suited to combat. John makes a long cut down Emily's chest. He then carefully spreads open Emily's body using another tool.

Instead of red; all I see is green.

"I never seen anything like it," John said, using a tool to hold up a green slime

I sigh, relieved, but with more questions than answers. I am relieved because it is not gruesome and that it seems alien-like. By my knowledge there isn't any ancient beings that can bleed typical red blood after death and later the blood turn into green when being examined. It is unheard of; really.

"Doctor," I said. "When I was there; she bleed red."

John puts the green covered tool on a paper towel.

"Strange," John said, looking over towards the body. "She was that way too."

"This is puzzling," I said.

"Kid," John said. "What made you want to take a look?"

"A woman called me claiming to be Emily," I said. "She knew things only Emily would know."

John rubs his chin looking down towards the corpse.

John Wilson is a man in his late fifties, his eyebrows are gray and some parts of his hair is gone but what remains of it has been dyed a different color to make him seem younger than he is physically. His remaining hair is brown. He has a little beard on his chin being covered up.

John looks up towards me.

"The last time I opened her up; her blood was red," John said. "Maybe the woman who called you might be the real one."

"But that does not explain why her blood is green," I said.

"Loki, do you have a lighter?" John asks.

I stare at John in shock.

"What?" I ask.

"A lighter," John repeats.

I raise my eyebrows

"But why?" I ask.

"In the Science Fiction movies; the blood of fake doubles tend to ignite when something such as a electricity and fire is applied to it," John explains. I lower my eyebrows. "I want to be sure this is not a human on my operation table. Do you want to be absolute sure this is not a Vulcan?"

"I know what a Vulcan is," I said. "And this body does not have pointy ears."

"That is not my point," John said.

I sigh.

"Yes," I said. "And I do have a lighter."

John held his left hand out.

"Give me the lighter,please," John said.

I take out the lighter and give it to John.