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Frank huffed, setting the mug down. “How many times are we going to have to go over this, Mel? I like listening to you talk. I’m not just being nice. We’re friends.”
“It’s important to ask,” she said, still watching him carefully. “Because sometimes people say they want to know something but they don’t actually mean that they do. They’re just being polite. And it’s hard for me to tell that, always.”
“I’ll tell you what,” he suggested. “Let’s make this easy. With me, you never have to ask. Consider it my… blanket approval, I guess.”
He pointed to himself. “I, Frank Langdon, am interested in what you have to say.”
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10 Aug 2026
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Mel King was a creature of habit.
There was a specific sort of choreography to her life beyond the chaos of the Emergency Department. A carefully controlled routine, a color-coded calendar, a rigid set of rituals that kept her grounded enough to keep showing up day after day, to keep on doing the work that was required of her to save lives.
Everything was going fine for Mel. Her personal life was predictable, unexciting, and perfectly fulfilling, thank you very much.
Enter Frank Langdon, agent of chaos.
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Mel has been avoiding Frank Langdon for a few days. Ever since Dr. Santos said Mel follows him around like a sad puppy. Frank has had enough and wants to know what he did to make her avoid him.
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24 Mar 2026
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“We aren’t supposed to keep secrets. We’re supposed to tell each other everything.” Mel feels a prickle in her eyes, so she stares at passing clouds until the stinging stops.
“Did you tell her about your deposition?” Langdon asks.
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16 Mar 2026
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She took a deep breath. Her lip quivered. She wanted to disappear, vanish in a poof of smoke, she imagined it, like a squid releasing ink when provoked. Poof. Black smoke. Mel’s gone. “Do you think…” Mel started, unsure how to phrase her concern out loud. “You would tell me if you thought something bad was happening. Based on what she told you.” She said. She knew that to be true, Langdon wouldn’t keep something from her if he thought Becca might be in danger. She knew that.
“If I thought something was fishy, I would’ve told you.” He agreed.
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Inspired off of the trailer for episode 11…