Syd came back late from work, opening the door with briefcase in hand. He walked towards his closet and opened the door to where he analyzed the samples he smuggled from the lab. His face was pale, but that wasn’t new, he was always sickly or pale. He pulled the switch on the light and started putting the sample in the machine.

“Come on…”

He mumbled towards the computer, analyzing the image that popped up.