Dr. Peter Thorne

Peter, is everything okay?

He shook his head.

No, it's not.

He turned his gaze from the shirt to the watch on his wrist.

The glasses, the laptop, all these things were capable of being broken, of being destroyed.

He had to think bigger.

He didn't know how much time had passed while he'd been thinking, but Miranda was still staring at him with an odd look on her face.

He smiled and her shoulders relaxed.

It's not fine now, but it will be.

The hallways of the foundation building were dark and silent, but Thorne didn't need a flashlight to see.

The glasses gave him perfect vision, even in the dead of night.

He was expecting the guard in front of the door, but the guard was not expecting him.

Benjamin jumped as Thorne's footsteps came closer.

He fumbled with his flashlight, nearly dropping it before finally shining the beam toward the intruder.

Thorne expected him to sound relieved, but if anything, he was even more panicked.

I have a final experiment to conduct.

And it couldn't wait until morning?

You won't be here in the morning.

I checked the schedule.

Benjamin took a step back.