Clad in brown suit trouser and a black longsleeved shirt, Doctor Flinn approached the room of the her favorite patient's human mate.

Lancelot had called her in a frenzy, the night before - or rather, at exactly 1am this morning - pleading with her to oversee Roxanne's welfare in the hospital, at least, until her best friend, whom they were expecting later in the day, arrived.

While she was shocked to receive such a call at such an odd hour of the day, especially when she knew his coronation had just taken place, she still couldn't afford to turn Lancelot down. From the sound of his voice, she could tell...