As Marcelo scrambled through stairwells and offices to get to the labs, he swung through a supply room. He grabbed a roll of packing tape and shoved it into his pants pocket. It wasn't duct tape, but it would do. He didn't stay long in the room and kept moving.

He caught a glance of his high tech phone wrapped around his wrist. He hollowed out the silence around him as he kept moving.

He grabbed the phone off his wrist and bent it into shape to make a call. He hit speed dial with his thumb as he checked over his shoulder.

Never in his life had he prayed to get Stephanie's voicemail. If she couldn't ask him questions, he could just say what he needed to. He needed to leave her one last message. He didn't think this was going to go his way.