"Do whatever; don't interrupt my work," said Philemon, resuming his concoctions.
"Well, let me borrow this from your collections then," said Bowen, placing his hands on the microscope. He even gently caressed it as if it were his lovable pet. Philemon just cast a single look and then treated Bowen as a ghost.
"Silence means yes, right?" thought Bowen.
He graciously took the microscope and stored it in his space bracelet, making a dash for outside. Now all he needed to collect were the infected samples. He remembered the house where he heard the crying noises from when he first came to Nota with the guard.
