Sarah Jane wasn't sure what all the commotion was about, but she had half a mind to find out for herself. She'd never been a heavy sleeper, always too worried about what enemy of the past was coming back to the present to try and kill her. So she woke up and made sure both Fred and K-9 weren't disturbed as she wrapped a robe about her pajama pants and tank top, wandering down the stairs and lurking just outside the clinic, close enough to hear overlapping words.
Words like 'murder' and 'autopsy', medical phrases she didn't quite understand.
She held the robe closed tighter as she kept her back pressed to the wall and listened in carefully, not wanting to miss a single detail. This might even be her next article, if she was really lucky.