Alastair:
She sat outside, right at the edge of the cliff overlooking the Pacific. The rain is beating down on her pretty hard. Scylla had made it pretty clear she didn't anyone near her right now. Dylan is pacing back and forth wondering what the hell was going on just like the rest of us. She had seemed fine when I gave her a small vial of blood for Dr. Peters. She ordered him not to repeat anything he had told her to anyone else.
"I've never seen her like this," Dylan repeated for the tenth time. "I'm not prepared for this. I don't know what to do,"
"Dylan, calm down," Agathos urged. "I'm sure when she's ready she'll come back in and she'll tell us what's happened,"
"This is f****d. I can feel it. I know her. Whatever it is. It's going to make her do something insa
