Paul sighed, sitting on a bench in the main hub of the zoo, rubbing his face in annoyance. He had a pounding headache and he was nauseous. He had taken care of the giraffes, but he still had the wallabys and all the other animals to take care of. He leaned back slightly and looked over at Sarah Watkins, who was also sitting and thinking, researching on a laptop.

"I'm still struggling to find any information on the parasites..." Sarah frowned.