The cell was spacious with, seemingly, all you could need: a place to sleep... And that'll be it. There was a mirror in one of the walls, just near the door. It felt like someone watched you when you stared at it in the quietness of the room.

A man came in. Neat. Imposing and broad-chested; but not a guard, no. A scientist.

Richard came in, standing before the closed door. Watching carefully and cautiously – he knew better than to fool around anomaly subjects.

"How are we doing, 106?"