In the UNM stacks, I take the second door. Most desks have been taken, with books spread out. My friend is doing an autopsy at a fluorescently lit table. He holds up bones that are wet and squishy and turn to mush when squeezed.
I am a medical student. I have been assigned to do autopsies on three cadavers. I have only 24 hours to do them, including the chemical analysis, before their phosphorous content decreases to nothing (I can see the exponential decay chart). I haul one body by the armpits into the bathroom. I must make an incision in the ass and remove some organs. I see that the signs on the stalls now indicate that it has been changed to a women's bathroom. I quickly seat the body in one of the stalls and get out. I am then distracted by other activities, all the time with the nagging knowledge that time is running out and the phosphorous is going away.