Hours passed, and with nothing to fill them, they felt like forever. She had nothing to do but sort through the day so far, and wonder, and make herself paranoid. She almost didn't even notice as the door opened.
Three men filed in, all dressed in strange outfits with long white coats and grey suits under them that seemed to cover all of their exposed skin except for their heads and hands, which were also covered by smooth gloves
She watched them distrustfully, like a cat that had been intruded upon: frozen with angry fear. By this point, she had already decided that this could in no way be good, even without the way the first to come through was looking at her.
"Maria Lewinsky, you are now within quarantine." one of them informed her, his voice toneless and stern. The second stood by the door, which stood open, teasing her with freedom she knew wouldn't last. The third man sat down, his hands folded in front of him, in the third chair.
"Quarantine? But I'm not sick! And I wasn't calle