“all that night, was sugar,” says Jackson about his friend Pete Arnold.
“Diabetes?” says Hall. “Did he take insulin?”
“Couple a times a day!” says Jackson. “He hated the needle. I tried to talk him into using Squeeze.”
Hall thinks to himself for a moment. “Insulin – if he missed his treatment, he’d go…”
The midnight tone sounds over the PA system. Hall looks at Anson, who looks back at him.
“Thanks, Mister Jackson,” says Hall, and exits the glovebox suit.
Meanwhile, in MaxCult, Leavitt stares slack-jawed at the petri dishes. The midnight tone continues to sound but she doesn’t react to it.
Finally, she begins to come out of her trances, rubbing her eyes.
She looks at the screen. The lab report ended. She’s realized she’s missed most of the review.