Kaye gripped his shirt tightly in her fists while continuing to hug him, wringing the fabric of his shirt in her hands. Although she was sad about the news of his daughter, the word "G.E.C.K." kept ringing in her ears like church bells on a Sunday morning. Five G.E.C.K.'s. There had been five of them in Leith's vault and yet it still didn't manage to save them at all. It didn't save his family or Leith's sanity and it made her feel even more depressed.
	"If there were so many G.E.C.K.'s, then why didn't they work?" She finally released her hold on him when she realized what she was doing and held her head up to stare at him. "Were they purposely broken, too?"