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Marion went up a flight of stairs to find the doctor. She just hoped and prayed that he wouldn’t shove her aside because her class. The third class passengers had no doctor on hand. Most of the first class passengers didn’t care either. If they died, it meant nothing. Just one less problem to ruin the country. Marion reached the top of the stairs. She was stopped by a locked door. Marion jiggled the knob. Nothing. She knocked. Nothing. She persisted. Marion knocked again, only louder this time. She shouted from behind the door. The door opened slowly. Standing in front of her was a man dressed in the finest clothes imaginable. He looked at Marion. His lips curled with disgust. (more…)