John, you and I are married. He was a scientist. They had killed an alien (not dangerous at all) that was trying to procreate on the planet, and he kept some eggs completely bottled to prevent them from hatching. When you were looking for your husband, one of his colleagues accidentally tripped against one of the shelves and a jar fell to the floor before leaving, you were alone in the laboratory, your stomach started to hurt... you ignored it because you thought the pain was due to indigestion and you continued looking for Price.

You went up to the bedroom, you took off all your clothes until you were naked. When your gaze went to your abdomen, it was huge as if you had a pregnancy in its last trimester, your screams alerted John, who just by running into the broken glass and an empty shell, ran to the room, seeing your situation, he took you to the ultrasound chamber, just to see what he feared.

"Hm..."