Nick Cutter has his elbows on the table next to his giant book on Pre-Creatious period toxins and molds.
He is peering down at the book, his brow furrowed in concentration.
He looks up to see Stephen enter with numerous nasty scratches on his face.
"What happened to your face??" Nick says.
"Trees." He lies with a convincing shrug. Truthfully he had a run in with a rose bush outside the forest.
"So what did I miss??" He says glancing at the huge book on the table.
"Abby and Connor are trapped in an elevator in the Whinshire, Connors exhibiting signs of a toxin and we have no idea where the Raptorex is." Cutter says quickly frustrated.
"Is he ok??"
"He's in pain and there is a green ring around the wound. He is stable, but I have no idea for how long." Cutter says, worry in his tone, Connor may not be the best fighter and he can be a goof sometimes, but ever since his friend Tom died and he talked Connor into staying he feels fond of the young man, like a lost puppy.
He can't help but to think about how he's been treating the young man lately ordering him around harshly making him clean up his messes, That's it! Cutter is hit with guilt and realization.
Connor shifts his weight a bit then grimaces at the pain in his chest.
He looks at the two young ladies in the confined area with him.
Abby is looking at the cell, willing it to ring. Cutter told them to sit tight and that's exactly what their doing.
Farrah is looking at the door with her knees at her chest looking rather pale. She keeps wiping the blood off her face with her hand and wincing at the pain shooting through her head.
Yet her hazel eyes never leave the door. She looks no older than eighteen at the moment, and she looks younger cause of the worry on her face.
Connor picks a place on the elevator to stare and looks at it now silently willing the cell to ring also.