Gemotions

The message, brief and impersonal, hit Ethan like a tidal wave. Professor Miller was moving. Ethan immediately went to the lab. He needed to *see* things were still safe.

He checked the lock on the door. He inspected the equipment. He reviewed the records. He spent hours running the same tests. He needed to verify the results. He had to be sure everything was in its place. He rechecked his notes.

The air in the lab was thick with the scent of chemicals and the metallic tang of fear. Every sound, every shadow, felt suspect. He felt the need to keep track of everything, knowing he couldn't leave anything to chance.