Bad ending
At some point a young woman stumbled into the room as if she'd been pushed, landing heavily on her knees and shaking her head like she was trying to clear her vision.
She staggered to her feet after a moment, looking at Bruce and the cot and the room itself, but somehow not really looking at any of it as much as looking at something that was a nearer distance around it all.
"What's the probability factor?" A voice asked through the room's communication module. She shook her head, her voice strained, barely there, "I don't know." Whoever had asked gave her a moment to keep looking at whatever it was she was seeing before asking again, the same question: "What's the probability factor?"
She shook her head, a vague, half-circular movement, "I don't know. Astronomical. Too high."