I returned to the call, and Lydia's voice was now trembling with panic. She asked, "Max, what should I do? I don't know what to do!"
In a soothing tone, I responded, "Lydia, don't worry. I've got this. I'll take care of everything. Just stay calm. And don't go to the lab, they might have more tricks up their ass"
Just as I assured Lydia that I would handle things, the plane began to accelerate down the runway, and before I could say more, the call abruptly disconnected.
Due to the time difference, our flight landed in Boston in the evening of the same date.
Hey! Free day! Not really.
We made our way back to the campus.
I quickly took out my phone. I wanted to ensure that if someone had breached my room and attempted to steal my theory, I would have evidence to back it up.
Video recording could not be the solo evidence, but it could help.
As we got closer to the door, it hit me like a ton of bricks.
