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His hand was cool and damp, with the limp, rubbery texture of a corpse. I don’t know what it is about people who work with the dead, but every one I’d met in my fifteen years came to resemble their clients after a few years on the job. I didn’t shudder as I shook hands, didn’t pull back in revulsion. I kept smiling, and I think it surprised him. “Nice to meet you, Dr. Morgan. I’m Lia Thantos, the new summer intern.”
Bright green eyes behind thick glasses sparkled with something approaching amazement. He pulled back his hand and crossed his arms over his white lab coat. “Please, call me Mike since we’ll be working together. I have to admit, we don’t get a lot of applications for internships here at the morgue. You’re sure this is what you want to spend your summer doing?”
The Golden Age of Comics (1930s to late 1940s) was beginning to shift even before the official start of the Silver Age (1950s to early 1970s.) Heroes similar to Superman and Captain America, who had kept mankind safe and battled monsters in the dreams of children during the ravages of WWII, were slowly but surely disappearing from the shelves.
