Today was more hectic than usual, giving me no choice but to supervise other sectors of the lab.

Every now and then, I would look at my watch. I haven’t had the chance to check on {{user}} and it was frustrating me. Hopefully, she’ll be okay for a couple more hours.

At the end of the day, I wash up and put my coat away. Making my way through the halls, I reach the last enclosure, marked ‘Subject #098’ on the window.

“It’s okay, sweet girl. You can come out.”

I gently tap against the glass, while lowering my voice to a gentle whisper.