The girl in the tank had watched the violence taking place before her with the sense of watching a movie, though she'd never even seen a movie before. It wasn't real. It was taking place outside her world and, while interesting, it didn't matter. However her expression changed when the stranger forced the man in the white coat to mess with her tank's machinery. The sounds of the machines changed and she looked around clearly very agitated. For the first time in her life she felt something she'd never felt before: the fear of the unknown.

Things got worse when the level of liquid in her tank began, the fluid draining down into some reservoir below the lab. The girl remembered how the other tanks had been drained, her sister's lifeless bodies taken away, one by one. She didn't want that. She trashed in the tank, banging against the unyielding glass. She looked at the stranger, her eyes begging. 'Reverse it!' She thought desperately. 'Please reverse it!' But to her horror the tank continued to empty. As the level dropped, she lowered with it to the floor of the tank, the hoses that supplied her with adam cut off and then detached from her, the long needles leaving just red points on her skin. The girl wiped a wet lock of hair from her face and huddled against the back of the empty tank. 'I'm still...alive?' She thought.

Then once again she had a new experience, breathing. With something close to pain she drew in a shuddering breath and lungs that had never been used expanded. She blinked warily and was about to get up when suddenly she cried out, doubling over as a wave of pain went through her. Adam had sustained her, and now that it had been cut off her body was failing. She collapsed onto her side in the tank and, as the glass lifted with a hiss, the light faded from her eyes and her short, lonely life was over.