"Alain, we’ve got to go."

"A year’s worth of research is worth my life," he said.

"No," she cried. "You can’t do this now."

The sirens were calling from outside the crystal walls.

Alain searched the lab with his eyes. Nothing was expendable. Nothing was out of reach.

He grabbed two vials from the Safety Containers. That would have to be it. That would have to be his legacy.

"Let’s go."

They started running through the hallways as the corridors began to dissolve, in front and from behind.

"Hurry," she screamed, as a wall of acid washed her away.

Alain looked up.

All the research. All the life.

The two vials.

"No."

Flush.

"Doctor, we’ve rinsed the agar plates," said the assistant.

"Anything else today?"