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The lock in the door clicked, and a woman spun with a flourish (and a plate of muffins) to greet her husband. "I'm home, honey." A man said in a deep, charming voice, as he removed his coat and hat. "How was work, dear?" His wife asked, lightly pecking him on the cheek. "It was-" He began to say, before the static cut him off- overtaking the screen and speakers. "I was watching that." A tiny girl was sitting cross-legged in front of the static pervaded tv, obviously upset. Her gaze was directed at a grungy looking man in an automatic wheelchair, who was currently fiddling with a dial on the tv. "Dr. D has to keep up with the news to keep