Unlike the others, Archer had been very much awake. He was comparing gels, again, looking between the lion's and Ben's. There had to be a pattern of difference, a specific reason for why their nuclear DNA fingerprints differed. But it was elusive. He was skilled in human genetics, after all - not animal.
After writing yet another page of scribbled notes that would get shoved in a notebook, never to be found, Archer felt the world disappear around him. He was falling while sitting still, dropped into nothing though everything still existed. He felt his body slam into a pile of gravel, and for a moment, he wished he were dead simply because he didn't want to have to stand back up.
With a groan, he rolled onto his back, feeling his fragile body sting as he slowly opened his eyes. Two voices prompted him to sit up, cradling his head in one hand as he peered up at them. "Yes?" he asked distractedly, adjusting his glasses to better see the one that addressed him. The boy looked familiar, and he knew he was a study participant. What was his name? Archer knew him as 001, but he imagined the boy wouldn't respond to that.
"This is...unusual..." He glanced around, shakily standing and pressing a palm against the slick side of the fishbowl. "Do you have any recollection of how you came to be here?" Though the question was directed at the boy, he glanced to the two women, adding as an afterthought, "Any of you?"