The lights at the institute had already been turned off, and the hallways were silent.
The cells and other materials in the research lab conflicted with the virus in Annabelle Linton's body. Because of this, Quentin Holland had a special sterile room built for her. While it wasn't equipped for major experiments, some smaller-scale research was still possible.
She had just picked up a report and turned off the light. As she was about to leave, she heard voices outside.
"Simon, Annabelle's condition is getting worse every day. This can't go on. Is there really nothing we can do?"
"It's not that there isn't a solution... it's that it's an impossible one," Simon Moss said cryptically from beside them.
Ever since he'd heard Annabelle Linton was infected, he hadn't returned to Aridia. He had been conducting research here the entire time.
Annabelle Linton overheard him and was confused.
'What does he mean, 'It's not that there isn't a solution... it's that it's an impossible one'?'
