Connor walked over to his bed, and laid down. His phone began ringing. He looked at the caller ID, and answered.
"What is it Shane?" Connor asked, he was still lying on his bed.
"The tracking chip is not switching off. It's out of my control. It's like it has a mind of its own," Shane said.
"What? What are you talking about?" Connor asked. He sat up on the bed.
Vicky was still in the white space, waiting for Cora to show herself.
"No! How am I not able to break the algorithm? No! No!" Cora's voice said. Vicky looked around, and saw the white fade away.
Connor was listening to Shane give him a scientific explanation of what was happening.
"I have no idea what you're saying," Connor said.
