Burdened by the weight of pressure and fear, Dr. Aijohn decided to fly back to the research lab that day. He needed to find a solution. The one at stake wasn't just a random patient whom his heart went out with so much worry. This concerned his bestfriend, the one who always stood by him before, the one who had been the channel of the great changes in his life. His failure as a founder of that wonderful pill and cancer - mapping apparatus would be synonymous to his failure as a friend. Not in the eyes of the people, but hers.
After a couple of hours, he found himself before Hailey's computer, something he never dared to do when she passed away. The memories of her dedication to the project, her bloody and risky efforts , her discoveries, her life, were stored up in that box.
His hands were trembling as his fingers danced into the keyboard, opening files after files, hoping that somewhere, Hailey had left her some clues to solve his problems.
