Dr. Fredrick roamed the halls on his rounds. He stopped to check in on his favorite patient. Upon entering the room, Dr. Fredrick greeted his patient “How are you feeling today, Mrs. Crandy?”

The feeble woman rose her head from her pillow and murmured, “Room 21-13 today, Doctor.” Dr. Fredrick shook his head and smiled at the old woman. “Mrs. Crandy, you have been predicting the deaths of my patients for the last two months; though you have never been wrong, you have got to stop doing that. You will scare someone!” said the doctor.

“We all die, Doctor,” whispered Mrs. Crandy. The doctor smiled and began her checkup. When he finished his examination, he left the room and continued his rounds.

One hour later, Dr. Fredrick entered room 21-13. To his surprise, the patient was gone. Suddenly the hospital’s alarm system went off. A woman’s voice came over the intercom. “St. James hospital is under lockdown. There is a shooter in the building, all patients and personal please secure your area.” The Doctor turned on his heel, and began lock the door to his room. It was too late.