By the time we made it back to the room, Delmare and the Captain were discussing the funeral, it had nearly been an hour. Both men looked up, quizzical looks written all over their faces before they acknowledged us.
“Are you at a stopping point?” I asked, as the men both looked at each other and then back to us.
“Why, do you need me?” Delmare inquired as the Captain scribbled something down.
“We were going to go to the physician for a checkup and I was wond...