It is cool, a little too cool to be outside at night. We are up on a little hill, and there is a breeze which does nothing to make it warmer. Juliet is not dressed for this: she is wearing a light shirt and light cotton pants, and there are sandals on her feet. I somehow left the house with three shirts, two of heavy cloth and long sleeves, and I give one of them to Juliet. The valley below us is filled with emergency lights, strobing and spinning red then blue. There are no sirens, and no one is shouting as they walk quickly from car to car, barricade to barricade. Something has happened at the Laboratory.

It is strangely quiet. From up here by the car, we can hear voices float up from below. They sound tired, and serious. Juliet folds her arms across herself and shivers, and I look for Marco. I find him: he is standing near a cluster of guards, checking people as they slowly file outward from the building. Marco is waving to us; he is waving us down.

We slip down the wet grass, and manage our way over to him. He looks very worried. He tells us that there has been an accident, but he does not say that much about it. He asks us if we have Jacobo, and I tell him that Jacobo is in the car, but wanted to stay there. He asks he we have seen Mr. Shen, and I tell him we could not find him.

"There he is," Juliet says.

Mr. Shen stumbles toward us, as dazed as all the others. The guard looks at his name tag, checks his clipboard, and crosses off a name. Marco looks relieved. The guard watches as Mr. Shen searches Marco's face, but Marco nods to the guard, and tells Mr. Shen about Jacobo, and the car on the hill. Mr. Shen begins to shuffle up the wet grass towards the car.

Another guard comes to us across the parking lot from the other entrance. He is carrying papers, and he trips a little on a curb, but spills nothing. He starts a quiet conference with one of the guards near us. They are going over lists. I can hear them calling out names and taking notes.

Eventually, one of them calls "Shen", and then the other does, too. They talk a while, and misunderstand, and each claim the other in error. Mr. Shen could not have walked out of both doors on either side of the plant tonight. There is no one else coming out of the building, now, and men in environment suits start in through both doors.

Marco softly asks them for totals. They add their lists, and the voices become more strained. They have more people on the lists then the plant has employees. Marco looks very tired.

Later, they begin to pull the bodies from the building. Soon after that we go home.