by Hopeflower » Tue Dec 13, 2011 7:23 pm
At the buzz of his phone, Sam looked up from the book he was reading and reached for the vibrating device. He opened the new message, stared for a few seconds, and felt a grin slip onto his face. "Atlas, you brilliant son of a b*tch," he crowed, jumping up and very nearly running to the door. He had to tell Lydia – they had today off, but she’d already be at the lab anyway, taking notes of their subject’s progress. In the time they’d been doing this, she’d never missed a day, never opted out of the job, even refused to sleep if one person’s condition was quickly worsening. Her tapes were key, the heart of it all, and she sealed each one in a protective plastic bag and kept them in a safe which only she knew the combination to, just in case.
"Gotta have a little sadness once in a while so you know when the good times come."
"Talent is a pursued interest. In other words, anything that you're willing to practice, you can do." ~ Bob Ross
"The future is always uncertain and painful but it must be lived." ~ Unknown