As the sliding glass doors open, a blast of cold air slides past me, fogging my glasses. The conditioned air of the store is a nice respite to the blazing heat that pounds down outside.

“Dr. Prescott.” Jimmy waves for me over on isle 3. “I think I got everything you wanted, but I wasn’t sure which type trocar you wanted.”

I point to the third bin down on the left. He tosses one in the cart and heads toward the register.

“They say it’s suppose to be a dry summer because El Niño, or was it El Niña. Either way it’s supposed to be a dry summer.” Jimmy ran the last item across the scanner. “That’ll be 349 dollars and 64 cents.”

I swipe my card through the scanner, and sign the electronic pad. I dread going back out in the heat, but I’m glad those Things hate the sunlight more than me.

As the sliding glass doors open, a blast of hot air slides past me, fogging my glasses. I hope the three brains Jimmy put in the bottom of the sack wouldn’t go bad before I get them back to the lab.