{25th Case} Setting up Shop (Action to Goldberg Street/To those that are working with the doctor.)
[After tying up his drone!wife in the kitchen and sedated her with an injection, he moved about freely without being disrupted. His 
drone!housekeepers were dismissed for the day and now it was time to work. His house is larger than he remembered when he worked as an office worker now turned doctor, he had room to set up a working office for making house calls and visits for those residents that didn't feel comfortable going to the hospital.
He was now in his front yard putting up his wooden sign that said "Dr. Ichabod. Crane PhD MD" with the words underneath that said, "General Practice Medicine" in cloister letters. With his hammer in hand, he began to strike at the top of the post for his sign.
Moments later, he moved back into the house and toward the kitchen where he stopped to regard his drone!wife that looked like Lucrecia. His brow furrowed and removed the gag and ties. He pulled out the chair and sat down in front of her, regarding her carefully.]
As much as it pains me to do this to you each and every time you get in the way, it is necessary to keep you from distracting me. You will not get in my way again. Is that understood?
Honey, I was only trying to help.
[His brow furrowed tightly and his jaw torqued.]
I want no help from you.
[The drone looked like she was about to cry.]
But why? I've done everything that I was supposed to do and you don't love me for anything? Nothing at all? Is it my hair? I'll cut it into a cute little bob if you want.
[He inhales deeply and closes his eyes. Seeing her face only made it harder to deal with her and seeing her cry made him that much more angry.]
No, do not cut your hair. Do not do anything. In fact, I want nothing to do with you. Your very presence irritates me. Your very actions only invoke my ire to sedate you only to shut you up. I do not love you and I never have and I never will. Love is for the fools that allow their hearts to be so open and I made that mistake once already. Twice counting the person whose face you stole.
[She begins to sob in her hands and he rolls his eyes.]
Simply stay out my way and leave me be. I am sure you will find something to do.
[Through her sobs, she hiccups her words.]
I...only did...what you asked...me to do.
[He stands up from his chair and scoffs.]
No, you did what you were conditioned to do. Touch me inappropriately again, I shall not be so merciful.
[She nods her head and runs up the stairs. He sighs as he leans his head back on the chair, letting out a heavy exhale. He hated himself now and he hated even more that he was nearly right back where he started. The only difference being that he now has more information to work with and lot more confidence.
He rubbed his face and prepared for his meeting. The once good mood of the constable-doctor vanished. There is now a harder edge to him that is steadily sharpening as he prepared himself for the worst.
He stared at the peculator, unsure how to operate it and decided to try his hand and operating the device. He remembered that water went into the bell and the filter was placed on the top in the strainer along with the coffee grounds. He's watched Olivier do this a few times, how hard could it be?
After a few minutes, he stood and watched it work. What he didn't know was that until the coffee was ready, removing the lid was a bad idea and burned himself. Dropping the lid on the floor, he moved toward his home office and began dressing his hand with silver iodine and zinc oxide. The steam caught the side of his right hand on the tender part just to the side of his pinkie and in between his ring and pinkie fingers. Using his teeth the hold the bandage in place as he used his left hand to do the wrapping, he wasn't in the mood to hassle with others.
Once his hand was bandaged, he moved back into the kitchen and sighed. Nothing was going right again and he felt like he was falling apart. This couldn't be helped. The town certainly had its own will and he knew it.
[He picked up the phone and called those that were part of the meeting last week.]
Phone call to all non-drones
Greetings, Mayfield. I am Doctor Ichabod Crand and I wish to inform you that I have set up office in my home for those of you that do not want to visit the hospital. I feel it is advantageous this way if you choose to be more discreet. My new office is located on 850 Goldberg and I am free anytime anyone needs me since I do make house calls.
Filtered to Eliza Faust
I am in need of your assistance now that I have set up my private practice.
End calls
[Action to the Crane house]
[After he hung up the phone, he gathered up all of his wedding photos, anything that reminded him of Lucrecia and lit up the fireplace. It was time to put an end to his emotional ties to the person that was no longer here. He pulled out the letter that he wrote for her on Mother's Day and set it on top with the wax seal still unbroken. He wasn't about to open it to reopen the wound that was still trying to heal on his heart.
Once he lit the match, he turned and walked away to let the pictures burn along with the memories that he wanted to leave behind.]
drone!housekeepers were dismissed for the day and now it was time to work. His house is larger than he remembered when he worked as an office worker now turned doctor, he had room to set up a working office for making house calls and visits for those residents that didn't feel comfortable going to the hospital.
He was now in his front yard putting up his wooden sign that said "Dr. Ichabod. Crane PhD MD" with the words underneath that said, "General Practice Medicine" in cloister letters. With his hammer in hand, he began to strike at the top of the post for his sign.
Moments later, he moved back into the house and toward the kitchen where he stopped to regard his drone!wife that looked like Lucrecia. His brow furrowed and removed the gag and ties. He pulled out the chair and sat down in front of her, regarding her carefully.]
As much as it pains me to do this to you each and every time you get in the way, it is necessary to keep you from distracting me. You will not get in my way again. Is that understood?
Honey, I was only trying to help.
[His brow furrowed tightly and his jaw torqued.]
I want no help from you.
[The drone looked like she was about to cry.]
But why? I've done everything that I was supposed to do and you don't love me for anything? Nothing at all? Is it my hair? I'll cut it into a cute little bob if you want.
[He inhales deeply and closes his eyes. Seeing her face only made it harder to deal with her and seeing her cry made him that much more angry.]
No, do not cut your hair. Do not do anything. In fact, I want nothing to do with you. Your very presence irritates me. Your very actions only invoke my ire to sedate you only to shut you up. I do not love you and I never have and I never will. Love is for the fools that allow their hearts to be so open and I made that mistake once already. Twice counting the person whose face you stole.
[She begins to sob in her hands and he rolls his eyes.]
Simply stay out my way and leave me be. I am sure you will find something to do.
[Through her sobs, she hiccups her words.]
I...only did...what you asked...me to do.
[He stands up from his chair and scoffs.]
No, you did what you were conditioned to do. Touch me inappropriately again, I shall not be so merciful.
[She nods her head and runs up the stairs. He sighs as he leans his head back on the chair, letting out a heavy exhale. He hated himself now and he hated even more that he was nearly right back where he started. The only difference being that he now has more information to work with and lot more confidence.
He rubbed his face and prepared for his meeting. The once good mood of the constable-doctor vanished. There is now a harder edge to him that is steadily sharpening as he prepared himself for the worst.
He stared at the peculator, unsure how to operate it and decided to try his hand and operating the device. He remembered that water went into the bell and the filter was placed on the top in the strainer along with the coffee grounds. He's watched Olivier do this a few times, how hard could it be?
After a few minutes, he stood and watched it work. What he didn't know was that until the coffee was ready, removing the lid was a bad idea and burned himself. Dropping the lid on the floor, he moved toward his home office and began dressing his hand with silver iodine and zinc oxide. The steam caught the side of his right hand on the tender part just to the side of his pinkie and in between his ring and pinkie fingers. Using his teeth the hold the bandage in place as he used his left hand to do the wrapping, he wasn't in the mood to hassle with others.
Once his hand was bandaged, he moved back into the kitchen and sighed. Nothing was going right again and he felt like he was falling apart. This couldn't be helped. The town certainly had its own will and he knew it.
[He picked up the phone and called those that were part of the meeting last week.]
Phone call to all non-drones
Greetings, Mayfield. I am Doctor Ichabod Crand and I wish to inform you that I have set up office in my home for those of you that do not want to visit the hospital. I feel it is advantageous this way if you choose to be more discreet. My new office is located on 850 Goldberg and I am free anytime anyone needs me since I do make house calls.
Filtered to Eliza Faust
I am in need of your assistance now that I have set up my private practice.
End calls
[Action to the Crane house]
[After he hung up the phone, he gathered up all of his wedding photos, anything that reminded him of Lucrecia and lit up the fireplace. It was time to put an end to his emotional ties to the person that was no longer here. He pulled out the letter that he wrote for her on Mother's Day and set it on top with the wax seal still unbroken. He wasn't about to open it to reopen the wound that was still trying to heal on his heart.
Once he lit the match, he turned and walked away to let the pictures burn along with the memories that he wanted to leave behind.]