As I pulled out a cold test tube, carefully eyeing the green substance inside for a moment before turning back to my microscope, carefully preparing to place a drop on a slide, the door flew open behind me. "Sarah, I'm back!" the young boy exclaimed. The sudden loud noise startled me, causing my hand to slip and drop the vial, breaking it as it hit the desk. And its contents splattered onto the desk, quickly smoking as it made contact with the wood. "Maroo!" I yelled as the substance began burning a hole into the material. Quickly, I grabbed a spare glass beaker from a nearby shelf and caught the substance as it dripped from the hole it had burned through, stopping it from causing any more damage. "Oh, sorry," Maroo shakily apologized, as he raised an eyebrow. "Uh, is that acid?" With a shrug, despite the annoying interruption, I muttered, "It wasn't supposed to be, but it does seem to have acid-like qualities," I said before heading to my chair over to her computer just a few feet away, and began to type into the screen: "Vial number fourteen, acid-like qualities, extremely dangerous if not lethal. Attempt five thousand, five hundred, sixty-eight. Failure." "Oh gee, I'm sorry. Uh, I have a shake for you, though," Maroo said, offering a nervous smile, reminding me of just who I was talking to.
