It was a week after he had his medical that Eric recieved an e-mail from the New Zealand Immigration Service telling him he was now also required to have a dental check-up. Well that was really too much. But he couldn’t very well refuse. So Eric made a note in his schedule for the next day at two and returned to his work.
He took a small white mouse, one he had named Neville, because it looked kind of British to him for some reason, and prepared to shave a small area on its belly. For most of his research Eric had been careful not to name the mice because he couldn’t name something he was planning to infect with a terrible fatal disease.