“New ones at the moment,” Bane said staring off into space.

Frank shook his head, “shit” was all he could say as they walked into view of the motion sensors signaling the sliding doors to open to the medical section.

Once the doors opened, bright lights harrassed them as they entered. The medical section of the Phoebe ship was built with a second-floor balcony that overlooked the laboratory. Half the size of a football field the medical sector held sixteen labs for emergency situations.

The walls on the inside painted the lightest shade of gray gave off an aura of walking on clouds. Research states that it was one of the most soothing colors to enchant a room with relaxation. Baby blue was offered but Captain Watts refused to have any color that didn't show power on his ship. Test tubes, heart equipment and i.v machines were located at certain stations. Everything digital, operations could be completed by voice command if so wished by the staff.

Bane noticed on a table crowded occupied by the ships medical staff and proceeded toward them. He recognized Sam and two doctors who specialized in psychology. One of them being Brad Whitshaw, a psychotherapist who was at one time against the committee's agenda. Toronto and Bailey found ways to persuade Whitshaw to cooperate.

The other, Nena Washington, a psychoanalyst the committee snatched from college, is the youngest of all the doctors, and just as smart as all of them.

As Bane got closer to the group he noticed Sam with a stethoscope listening intently to Bousha’s breathing. Nena glanced toward him approaching shaking her head. Bane quickened his pace until he was standing beside Bousha’s body bed. For a dazzling moment, he thought she was awake. Her eyes were half open and looked glazed. A white sheet covered her slowly paling body from her feet to neck. It was soaked from her constant sweating.

Sam, inspecting Bousha's body, keeping an eye on all of the monitors busied herself with a tablet applying information. Tubes were running into Bousha's arms, and circular pads attached all over her body were placed at nerve points to alert the computer of any activity Bousha committed.

“This is not good,” Sam said full of remorse. “Shes drifting farther and farther away from us.”

Sam had a tendency of treating every drifter as her own child. When the news broke that Bousha hadn't returned to her body after the mission reached Sam, she became somber. She returned to her Quarters and hadn't returned til the Phoebe reached the Aquata docking station.

Sam Vatinelli, also a psychotherapist, is the most knowledgable in the psychological field. She helped Bane succeed where he was failing on certain projects at the beginning of testings. Originally from the outskirts of Italy, her father had left her and her brother at a young age to struggle with their mother. At fourteen years of age, she became pregnant by her boyfriend, who then left her at the possibility of him being a father. She lost the baby fourth months into the pregnancy from depression and stress.

Sam vowed to never let another being mess with her emotions. She self-taught herself everything about mental capacities. She feened to know how the mind works. What triggered peoples actions and how to prevent one from becoming emotionally unstable.

By the time she became a junior in high school, Sam completing college-level courses. She bloomed from the average girl next door to beautiful.

One of her favorite professors paid attention to Sam’s journey through college, aware of the troubled background she inherited. Days before graduation he leaned in to whisper to her, “don't cause too much trouble out there in this confusing world we live in.”

Sam had always put others before herself. Now it's all about Sam. Her perfectly jet black hair and black eyes gave her an intimidating advantage among her peers. 

Thin lips and a grim smile made it hard for men to read, let alone approach her. The only people that got her to show any emotion were the drifters in the Aquatic station. She has personally raised them as if they were her unborn child for the past twenty-five years.

Sam looked up at Bane, and then to the bed next to Bousha's. Bane followed her gaze and saw Anathema lying there with the same patches Bousha possessed also hooked up to a different set of monitors.

Frank noticed their movements, then looked around searching. He turned to the doctors, “wheres Narcious?”

“He’s in his room,” Nena Washington answered. “He needs to rest.”

Toronto walked over to Anathema, “should we move them now?” he asked out loud to no one in particular. He didn't want to be stuck on this ship any longer than he had too.

“It would be best,” Brad Whitshaw said nodding. “Anathema should be able to hold the bubble for another ten minutes. I wouldn't push her too far.” He glanced at Bane and Ward as if he were waiting for approval. They both nodded signaling for bailey and Toronto to grab Bousha and Anathema and take them into the Aquatic station to the laboratory. They grabbed the portable tables and started for the doors.

Bane raised his left wrist to his face and spoke into the device. “Captain Watts you can shut Phoebe down. We’ll be here for a couple of days,” he said watching as Bousha and Anathema was escorted out of the laboratory doors.

“Are we going to terminate Bousha?” Frank Ward asked. Bane looked at him with a blank stare.

“No, at the moment there's no problem,” he said and started following the group. “I'm going to give her some time.

“Go get Narcious and take him into the Aquatic station,” Frank said turning to the doctors,

As Bane followed Bailey and Toronto down the ramp of the ship, a light mist like rain started falling from the top of the bubble.

“Keep moving,” Bane said looking up for a moment. He turned to look back up to the top of the ramp to see Captain Watts smoking a cigar walking with the rest of the crew. 

Bane walked up hurriedly, “let's go, she's losing the bubble,” he started walking quickly passed them. He saw the doctors close behind. Sam and Frank quickly noticed the concerned expression on his face and knew there was a problem.

“She’s losing the bubble?” Sam guessed.

“Yeah,” Bane whispered looking passed them to see Narcious walking quietly with the other doctors. Everyone quickened their pace down the ramp.

The water was falling harder now. When everyone was clear, Bane pushed some buttons on the device on his wrist. A light hum could be heard as the Phoebe ramp started to rise. He pushes a few more commands on the device attached to his wrist and the steel doors to the Aquatic station started to retract.

The water was now pouring as Frank look at Bane.

“We’re going to make it,” Bane confided confidently.

Once everyone reached the confines of the station water started to flood through the gap of the steel doors closing. Bane turned as the water rushed past his shoes, and watched as the doors closed slowly. He glanced up at the bubble Anathema was losing. 

The steel doors were a few feet from pressure locking. He eyed the Phoebe noticing the ramp was secure. Pushing another button on his wrist and total blackness enveloped the ship. It was at that moment he saw an Anathema's silhouette a distance behind the Phoebe moving quickly to the top of the bubble. 

The steel doors closed before he could see where she was headed. He could hear the tall doors squeeze tightly together as the rubber seals melded together.

Silence fell over the Aquatic. A sudden explosion startled everyone as the water from the other side smashed into the doors.

Bane ran a hand over the smooth surface of the doors, still amazed at the craftsmanship.