Life slowly settled back into peace.
The laboratory had recently brought in several promising new plant varieties, and most of my attention returned to work. I often worked late into the night before resting.
One day, I bent down to calibrate a piece of equipment. Suddenly, the world spun around me. All my strength drained away, my vision went black, and I lost consciousness.
I didn't know how long had passed before someone shook me awake.
Susan Miller's panicked voice sounded beside my ear, followed by the urgent sound of a call being placed.
Through my haze, I heard Susan call Dante and stammer that I had fainted in the laboratory and wouldn't wake up no matter what she did.
Not long after, a pair of familiar, powerful arms lifted me steadily.
Even half-asleep, I could feel Dante'
