He took a glance and found no abnormality; then he asked Sarah aside, “Any idea when we'll have the antidote ready?”

“If we're lucky, three months. If not, it could take up to six,” Sarah glanced at the monitors, her brow furrowed in concentration as

the data danced before her eyes.

Fitch asked in concern, "Is there a problem?"

"No. Could you just handthat vial, please? I want to run schecks."

Almost reflexively, he reached for the bottle she was pointing at. Inside was a green liquid. He saw that Sarah moved to another

terminal, and the vial in his hand unexpectedly exploded.

He was unharmed, but his nose wrinkled at the acrid smell that filled the air. He glanced down at the shards in his hand and then

looked up, his vision blurring.

Sarah walked over, helping him lie down as she peeled his eyelids back for a quick examination. Turning to the person beside her,

she said, "We're good to go."

their protective helmet, revealing a

a shot into Fitch's

adjacent empty bed.

flickered across the central monitor, as the system ran diagnostics. There

screen.

complete. Match

had been collected by Bernard years ago; he had his eye on this physical specimen for

Sarah

and analyze it. If everything checks out, we'll proceed

"Understood."

the mission, though her gaze lingered on Fitch with an

a love that made her want to abandon everything. She could

a coma forever.

body, his world began to swirl

him but couldn't make

with Bernard, confirming that the

it gently before giving

arrival has filled in the gaps in our data. What's

"Seventy percent."

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