"Dr. Jensen, I'm glad you could meet with me."
"Not a problem. Is this the patient here?"
"Yes, our Jane Doe. Comatose. She was found that way. There's no evidence of trauma, and we can't find any symptoms that might indicate how she came to be in that state."
"Her pregnancy is the...other thing."
"How far along is she?"
"We're not quite sure."
"What do you mean?"
"We're not sure if she's actually pregnant."
"You did a sonogram--"
"Of course. But it just turns up as static."
"No, we would see the blood supply."
"There's not even--"
"No. Dr. Jensen, you have to realize that we're out of options for her. She's big enough to give birth anytime now, and we don't know what it will be."
"It must be a tumor. We should try another sonogram machine. Surely it must just be an operational error--"
"We tried all that we have. Same result."
"Hmmn. May I examine her?"
"Yes of course. Here, use my stethoscope. You will here something unusual."
"Really? Oh, thank you. Ah. Her uterus feels pliant. I would say not a tumor or excessive fluid, but I can't feel anything like a fetus. Let's see what this unusual sound is--oh. Oh my. Yes. That is...wow."
"You see? We're not sure what to make of that."
"It's like...music. But I can't...no. I can't identify what type. It's almost like all different...and there are other sounds--"
"Like rushing water."
"Animal screams...that's uh. Well I don't know."
"Listen a little longer Dr. Jensen. Keep listening."
"Oh. That is different."
"Yes, that's how I'd describe it."
"What do you make of it?"
"This will sound extremely odd, fantastical even, but it sounds like an entire universe is in there."
"No you see? We don't have any way to prepare for this."
"No. But it will happen, won't it. Imagine that. The birth of a universe, happening in our hospital."
"Yes, but how do we prepare for it?"
"I can't tell you how, but the grant money that will roll in after this will be...astronomical."
"Touché Dr. Jensen, touché."
"I'll be here all week."