"Eh?" The man glanced over his shoulder, looking at the other with a disbelieving look written over his face.
"It's true!" the young scientist cried, almost begging, "People are starting to disappear, just when the prototype's about to be completed!"
"You're telling me that just like them old stories, people are just right up an' vanishing?"
"I don't know what to do, everybody's starting to act oddly, their faces have such an airy look."
The older man's eyes wandered to the wall for a split second, and flickered his eyes back to the younger man, "Non è la tua materia per indagare"
"B-but S-"
"ENOUGH." His voice raised significantly, "leave this room." The scientist yet again opened his mouth, but as soon as he had, it was quickly closed again. He lowered his head, and stealthily walked out of the room.
On a ship in the middle of the Atlantic, only one hundred humans had been found. All of them had refused to mutter anything about the incident. As soon as the inspectors had left, they had fled. There was noting in the ship. The 700 people who had entered the ship initially, were no where to be found. All and every bit of DNA that, in normal cases would be surrounding the whole ship, was gone of those 600 people. The people who had known, or had seen that person in their life, had no recollection of them. Records were gone. There was nothing left. There was no evidence except the lone entrance list that they had existed in any way at all.
"See, I warned you."