Claire walked down the long hallway in the Innovation Center, past an animatronic Blue. She was searching for Owen.
"Claire!" Owen called out.
"I need you."
"Okay." Owen said.
"I need your help." Claire explained. "My nephews, they're out in the valley. Please, if anything happens to them-"
Owen pulled her along with him. He didn't want any visitors to overhear their conversation.
"How old?"
"Uh, the, um...the older one, he's like, uh, high school age." Claire tried to remember their ages. "The younger one, he's, um...he's a few years-"
"You don't know how old your nephews are?" Owen asked.
Claire stared at Owen. She could not believe how unattached she was to her family.