Yeah that doesn't make her feel any better about whatever's going on there. She'll have to keep an eye on those two, as she's able. 

She pulls up to the house, retrieves her bag and suitcases from the trunk, and heads inside. It doesn't take her very long to unpack, and soon enough she's settled at a table in the huge, echoing house, looking through the papers Doctor Braska had given her.

The papers don't reveal much other than what Yenna already told her, and there doesn't seem to be many similarities between the victims. At least, not in terms of their health or physical status. 

Is there any information on how it's spreading? 

There have been varied tests, from viral to bacterial, and there seems to be something to be gained by further testing blood, but so far, most results are inconclusive. 

Further past this, is a small side note, that the convulsions seem to get worse at night. 

Hm. Symptoms worsening at night is common in many illnesses... 

Sigh. There doesn't seem to be much more she can learn before she starts on Tuesday. She puts the documents somewhere safe and then... assesses her dinner options, first of all. 

While she does that, there's a knock on the door. 

A loud, thumping knock. Like someone's throwing their body at the door.

She starts at the first one, and then stares as they continue. 

...okay no, she is not just going to open the door for that. She looks for a window with a good vantage point on the door, instead, peering out carefully. 

The man who had been grinning at her through the window ceases throwing himself at the door, and looks up. 

His body jerks as he moves, like he can't control his limbs.

Jerky movements? Is he sick with the same thing they're dealing with at the hospital? A much more advanced case, perhaps, which could explain why he was slamming his whole body against the door. 

Concern and professional curiosity demands she take a look at him, but she detours by the kitchen on her way to the door to grab a mask and pair of gloves.

"Hello? Do you need help?" She asks him as she opens it.

₩ɆⱠ₵Ø₥Ɇ ₮Ø ₴₮Ɽ₳₦₲ɆⱤVłⱠⱠɆ, the strange man says. 

And then holds out a small, veiny, glowing apple to Erin. 

...Um.

"Thank you?" She takes the apple in a gloved hand. 

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"Ted? Ted!" A woman comes rushing up, the same woman who had pulled him form the window. She looks...distraught. "Dear god, I am so sorry. He's not bothering you is he?" 

She wraps an arm around the man. "Come on now, dear, you're frightening the poor woman."

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The man continues to grin his awful, painful-looking smile. 

She is a little frightened, it's true, but she's also still very concerned, "I'm a doctor, ma'am - how long has he been like this?" Whatever this infection is, this advanced stage definitely seems to be affecting his brain, and... his voice is very strange.

"It's nothing, he's a little stressed from his mayoral duties. We've been trying to keep calm at home, haven't we Ted?" 

Erin will recognise them now, as the Roswell's, one of the oldest families in the town. 

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She smiles at Ted, and then turns back to his wife, "He's acting a lot like he has a more advanced case of an illness which has been troubling the doctors at the hospital quite a lot. We don't know how it spreads or if it might do permanent damage, Mrs. Roswell, you should really take him in, or at least allow a doctor to see him." 

"No, no, he's fine! Just stressed. Aren't you, dear? We can handle this. Thank you, and sorry for the bother." 

Mrs Roswell starts pulling her husband away, and he does go with her, but his eyes stay fixed on Erin. 

Damn. Well, she can't force treatment on him.

"Let me know if you change your mind," she calls after her, "Please, take care." 

She watches them as they go down the path, and then retreats back inside the house. 

Inside, she takes a closer look at the 'apple' Ted had given her. 

It's the size of an apple, maybe on the smaller side, but it's faintly glowing. 

And then there's the thick, protruding veins. That seem to be pulsating slightly. 

Fascinating... and a little disturbing. There must be specimen containers around here somewhere... She checks through some closets and eventually locates a good container to keep the 'apple' in. Before she does any experimenting she really should go into town to get some groceries and then eat something. She is a responsible person, yes she is, not driven only by her curiosity. 

The apple will certainly keep fine in the specimen jar!

What a good applomination. 

It's a short drive back to the center of town. She pulls into the lot and heads inside the grocery store, grabbing a basket and making her way to the dairy aisle. 

"...Erin? Erin Newark?" Says a familiar voice.