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It's morning in the labs. The same time of day he was usually at work. Nothing was different, really.

Robert stopped moving, stopped working, and stared at an empty stretcher for several minutes, mumbling quietly to himself before the screams came.

"LOOK AT ME." The techs around him startled, one of them dropping several trays to the ground with a clatter. They were all definitely looking at him. "FOCUS." The mumbling began again, but he was still staring at that stretcher as he slowly lost the thread of reality. "I've got him." His words were barely made out in all of the jumble, as he turned, staring sightlessly at the people around him. "Show me where to go."

It was quite easy to miss the skinny death hunter when he stood behind Robert. He didn't say anything, but shot the blond a suspicious look as he calmly tore some curtains between two beds.

The sheets trailed behind him as he followed Robert.

With a slow, careful movement, Robert carried the pillow that he'd picked up off of the stretcher, and started running headfirst to the minipet specimens wing. He
looked like he was running through invisible hurdles, jumping over things and accidentally knocking over tanks as he slammed into them on his path to the end of the room - where he lost hold of the pillow, and it fell haphazardly to the floor.

Robert summoned Jezebel, held her up in front of him, and guarded the pillow with his life.

His leg was in so much pain that he was almost dizzy with it. Gale pressed his hand against the ketchup stain in an effort to stop the bleeding and gave a little hiss, trying to reach for Stormy and instead grabbing onto the leg of a passing aide who may or may not have been Mark.

"Bloody freaking hell - "

As Mark picked up the foxfire, Wilson reflexively stiffened and suspiciously narrowed his eyes at the assistant.

A foxfire bounced off his arm and he instantly fell down, his teeth gritting as he fought back a look of pain, but for some reason he still refused to let go of the hospital curtains in his arms.

"You've...kidding me," he muttered weepily as he stumbled to his feet with a dangling arm. Wilson managed a few steps, but tripped over the curtains and stumbled some more as he continued to mumble. "Let's just..."

The foxfire, soft and cuddly, slammed into Robert's shoulder and sent him down on his a**. He winced, as if the gentle fluff of the foxfire had somehow broken him, and then opened his eyes.

They froze in horror. He froze in horror. He stared at the pee soaked pillow as if it was the most terrifying thing in the world to look at.. and he couldn't look away.

It was several seconds before he jolted, and started to cry as he picked up the pee soaked pillow delicately in his arms, hefting it over his bare shoulder.

Dwight stared grimly at his hand, now dripping with the fancy coffee that had been shot by...oh his cousin. Of course it'd be that little s**t. The life tech avoided any of his relations that turned up on the island for a reason. His sisters were bad enough.

With an angry sigh, he flicked it off his hand and went to go grab a mop.

The door clicked as Mark hopefully opened Minipet Pen A, hoping whatever had happened had unhappened.

He took a good moment to stare at everything going on from Gale with his ketchup leg, to Stormy nearly asphyxiating Gale with a belt, to Robert hoisting a pee-stained pillow onto his shoulder, and then Jake and Wilson clutching themselves dramatically.

Nope.

The door was shut again and it would take some very overly excited Hunters escaping from some imaginary island to bust through it.