An familiar scent approached, and Joanna was hugged into the man's arms as he walked up to her. A deep, magnetic, and very pleasant voice sounded above her head, "Did you get caught in the rain? How come you didn't use an umbrella?"
"It's fine, just a drizzle." Joanna hugged Ashton back and lifted her head from his embrace, smiling, "Besides, you brought an umbrella, didn't you?"
Ashton looked down at her, and gently rubbed her head with his large hand, "Are you sure you want to go to the hospital?"
"Yeah," Joanna nodded, "Let's go and see. This is the last time I will see her, and I want to know why she wanted to see me before her death."
"Alright," Ashton held the umbrella with one hand and wrapped the other arm around her, heading towards the Rolls-Royce parked nearby, "I'll go with you."
*
An hour later, Joanna and Ashton arrived at Patient Hospital.
Unexpectedly, Denver Lancaster was also there, coming out to meet them.
