Amelia worked late in the laboratory until she received a call from Harrison Forest, which made her realize it was already dark outside.
She had gone with Olivia Mitchell and Oliver Mitchell this afternoon to the explosion site to collect some samples, including bits of glass and a small vial of air.
The Mitchell siblings had smirked when they saw her fill a glass bottle with air, as if stepping on an electric switch.
She stretched lazily in her chair, then carefully sealed the samples in plastic bags and put them into her bag.
It was dinner time now. Those who commuted had left, and those who didn't had gone to the canteen. There was hardly anyone on the covered walkway leading to the main gate.
Amelia walked alone along the somewhat quiet tree-lined path, her phone warming up in her hand from the constant vibration of incoming messages. Most of them were from classmates, offering comfort, encouragement, thanks...
