Emma looked from the coffin to the handlers and back to the coffin again. It seemed almost inhumane that such measures were taken to ensure the safety of the boat and crew. Still, she supposed that they were taking the necessary precautions for a reason, but that didn't make her any less glad that she was the only one from her family attending. The welding would have thrown Jacob over the edge, solidifying his notion that bringing Patient X-1 to the island was a terrible idea.
She wrapped her arms around herself, despite the warm weather. The atmosphere on the dock was chilling, from the cold, detached attitude that the handlers were showing right down to the uncharacteristic mist rising off the surface of the water. It seemed like a scene right out of some horror movie, and Emma thought she could hear the others thinking the same. Only the loud clattering of the lid slamming into the wooden planks broke her from her thoughts.
"Jesus, this is dramatic," she said, softly, looking to her colleagues. None of them seemed amused.