Viola sat in the sterile white room, the only furniture being a flat sleeping bed with thin, paper-like sheets, a small white dresser and a small shower cubicle.

There was a glass wall separating her from the boy she had been forcibly made to have in order to complete an experiment for the Council. She had never wanted to have a child, but she loved this boy with all her heart.

She was waiting for her son to wake up. His room being filled with children's toys that he never touched.