It was almost one o'clock in the morning and Mark Fischbach was the last one in the lab.
There was a way. There had to be a way.
He tried to believe it with every ounce of his soul, but his faith in science was failing. His faith in…luck…was failing. He felt so desperate and alone, there was nothing to hold onto anymore. There existed something to hope for, but nothing to base that hope upon.
Everything—literally everything—depended on him now. He only had a few hours left, and he was now questioning his decision to leave his wife and daughter at home.
There had to be a way.