[Shortly after this.]
[She had the door propped open to one of the Kyle Foundation labs. The place specialized in medical research, and she figured it would make the good doctor feel right
at home. To her, the lab looked spotless, white and metal and the perpetual smell of antiseptic. Outside the windows, the sky was clear and blue and untouched by pollution.
, the lab was a filthy drug warehouse, and some old medical equipment mouldered in the corners from the days when it was
still a lab. The windows were grimy, and the air outside was smog and dull sunlight. She was sitting in a broken-down chair in the shadows, staring at that stupid
lamp that Eddie had made her look at.]