Have we checked the impact of vaccinations on TCER polymorphism at all? Wait a minute, Lenton glanced over the columns of correlated factors. There was not a single vaccination among the correlated factors, and certainly Muti Vir-Virr! Well, that's a nice story! We have to start analyzing it tomorrow, he said. The next day, Professor Lenton was in the laboratory before seven. He turned on the computer and the coffee-making equipment. The two devices in his office were almost coupled together. He looked over the correlation calculations for the factors under study once again. The analysis of vaccinations performed by patients in terms of the impact of this intervention on TCER polymorphism was forgotten. He asked the person responsible for the flow of data from the Ameerland Medicine Study to include all information about vaccinations performed among study participants. After two days, he had all the data he needed. Now statisticians should deal with them. The calculations were completed in less than a week and the results were sent to Lenton. Regardless of the statistical method used for analysis, the results were always the same. The grandparents' generation did not show any polymorphisms and the use of medical services was low. There was a large group in my parents' generation where TCER was almost the rule. Frequent medical advice was also a rule. Then everything disappeared in the next generation. He sent an email to Graham Bohner informing him that they needed to discuss the matter together. Why did the parent generation group from the Ameerland Medicine Study have such a common TCER polymorphism? They met for lunch to discuss directions for further exploration. They both felt they were close to discovering the cause of the observed variability.

At the other end of the corridor of the "Modne Diagnozy" editorial office, the "Tygodnik Niepopularny" apartments were located. The editor of Ivan X. was on duty - a name unknown to any self-respecting editorial office. She looked at the monitor, and clicked on e-mail - nothing happened. Around noon she felt something move. No, not in the computer, but inside the body of editors, or as some people used to say, editors. It twitched a second and third time, with no intention of stopping. From the throat, it passed through the chest decorated with withered breasts and settled in the stomach. “Ear-ear-ear, I'm sitting in a certain belly,” SOMETHING said and crouched in an unidentified nook of the insides. When the red actress was wondering what could be moving through her body, the phone rang unexpectedly. The crouched SOMETHING seemed to have accelerated and began to travel through the body at a faster pace. She didn't even have time to answer the ringing phone. What could it be? – the editor-in-chief was concerned. Repeated searches for various associations and descriptions of the ailments experienced did not bring any answers. The distinguished editorial chaplain, who was passing through the corridor, greeted the editor and politely asked: – What good things do you hear from the dear editor? – Ahhhh, Reverend… I have a problem, SOMETHING is moving inside me and I don't know what it could be. I've looked everywhere and nothing suits me. I googled all the organs and nothing. – And did you search for "wandering uterus"? – No… Reverend, do you think it could be the uterus??? – the red-actress asked, beyond frightened. “Medicine knows such cases,” the reverend said mysteriously. The red-actress typed the password suggested by the reverend with a trembling hand and they both immersed themselves in reading...