As Barmon crept through the dim corridor, he saw Dr. Mystorium slip into one of the restricted rooms. Barmon recognized it immediately. It was where Lian, Larman's newborn son, was being kept in a specialized containment incubator.
The infant had been born prematurely, and his life was sustained by delicate equipment. Brent's fiancée was asleep on a couch nearby, exhausted from long nights at the hospital.
Neither Brent nor Larman was there; they were still attending the funeral of Larman's wife, who had died after giving birth to Lian.
Barmon pressed himself against the wall and peered through the glass slit in the door. Dr. Mystorium moved inside, his steps eerily calm. He took a syringe from his coat pocket and approached the sleeping woman.
Without hesitation, he injected her arm.
The woman gasped softly in her sleep, her eyes fluttering open for a second. Her expression turned to horror, then faded as her body went limp again.
