"Philip, don't be mad, okay?"

Phil had no clue what he'd done wrong this time. He had always aimed to please the professor, and when she was happy, so was

Philip. Had he messed up again?

He was at a loss. Panic began to set in, the icy grip of the machinery he feared he'd be thrown back into seemed all too close.

"Philip."

The voice was grating to him, and in an instant, Philip grabbed Phil's hand tightly, his tone tinged with rare sulk. He never snapped

at this person, but this time, he couldn't hold back.

"You slept with her? What were you thinking?"

"lI wanted you to be happy."

"Do you think that makeshappy?"

Confusion clouded Phil's eyes as he echoed the question, not understanding why Philip wouldn't be happy.

Philip suddenly felt embarrassed, as if his gentle facade was being ripped away. He'd lived in Greenfield for so long, witnessed so

much deceit and change of heart, yet now he couldn't deal with one sincere soul.

Releasing Phil's hand after a long pause, Philip still didn't know what to say. He turned to retreat to his room, with Phil trailing

behind him cautiously, not wanting to stir his anger further.

Once in the room, Philip stood by a cabfilled with leaves Phil had collected, each meticulously cleaned.

for years. After a minute with closed eyes, Philip

"But..."

"No buts."

He fished a piece of biscuit from his pocket and began to crumble

such a significant incident, Phil seemed unaffected, not realizing

being with a woman twice

he felt

now on, just do what makes

bewilderment crossed Phil's face; then he said without

as if to say, “Just don't

nothing, still taking Philip's word as

here were the lowest of

screaming people or the deceased. They all wore the suniform: white hazmat suits and

restless; Dylan and Walter were clearly not in this

gathered this was just a tiny corner

lay further in, a place off-limits

individuals arrived, looking to

refugees brought here were subjected to general experiments, and those who

his chance and volunteered to help with the transfers, shadowing the

staff wore the suniforms. He

it, these folks are for the

of seclusion? But what

madwoman's got snew

not someone you lot can

While lan pondered this, the man

lan, "What are you still doing here? Get the

the call, "Doctor, you're coming personally?

gate for you."

with lan and hurried to a massive

was Sarah, Doctor of the

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