Two years after their escape from the Backrooms, James had dedicated his life to studying its dimensions and finding a way to save those still trapped within it. He had established a new branch of the SCP Foundation focused solely on understanding and containing this mysterious phenomenon.

"So many lives were lost in there," James said one afternoon as he sat in his office at the Backrooms Division, looking over research notes and plans for their next expedition into the depths of the dimension. Anna Thompson, now head of Operations at the Backrooms Division, nodded solemnly as she replied from her seat across from him.

"We can't give up hope," she said firmly, "there has to be a way to save those victims and prevent others from suffering their fate." James agreed wholeheartedly with her assessment, knowing that the only way they could achieve this was by finding more about the vial he had discovered during his time in the Backrooms.

After months of research and analysis, they had finally managed to isolate a compound responsible for halting and even reversing the transformation process caused by SCP-3567. However, synthesizing enough of this compound to save those trapped within the Backrooms was proving difficult – not only because it required specialized equipment but also due to its unstable nature and high reactivity with other chemicals.

"We need more funding for our research," James said in frustration as he stared at the screen, displaying graphs and charts of their progress so far. "If we had more resources, we could dedicate an entire team to developing a stable synthesis method for this compound." Anna nodded her head in agreement before picking up her radio and calling through to headquarters.

"Hey, David," she said into the receiver, "it's been two years since James and his team escaped the Backrooms. We've made significant progress in our research on a compound that could potentially save those still trapped within its depths." There was a pause before David replied, "I know how important this is to both of you, and I want to do everything in my power to help. But we have limited resources as it is – can't you just keep pushing forward with what you already have?"

Anna explained the difficulties they were facing in synthesizing the compound and pleaded for more funding before hanging up the phone. James knew that getting additional funds wouldn't be easy, but he was determined not to give up hope. He had seen firsthand what horrors awaited those trapped within the Backrooms, and he couldn't bear to think of another life being lost without at least trying to save them.

A few weeks later, they received word from headquarters that their request for additional funding had been granted – but with a strict timeline for results. James and Anna knew that this was their chance to make a difference, and they wasted no time in putting together an expedition team composed of some of the brightest minds at the Foundation.

As the team set out into the Backrooms, James couldn't help but feel a mix of hope and trepidation. He had never forgotten his own harrowing journey through its infinite corridors or what he had witnessed during that time – and now, he was about to send others into the same nightmare in search of salvation.

However, as they delved deeper into the Backrooms and began their experiments with synthesizing the compound, James found himself buoyed by a renewed sense of purpose. The survivors he had encountered two years ago were no longer faceless statistics or victims; they had become friends and allies in his quest to save those trapped within this endless maze of corridors.

With each successful synthesis, the team's spirits were lifted, and their determination to bring an end to the suffering within the Backrooms grew stronger. Finally, after months of research and experimentation, they had managed to synthesize enough of the compound for a rescue operation – an operation that would not only save lives but also give those trapped in the Backrooms hope for a better future.

As James stood in his office at the Backrooms Division years later, looking back on everything they had accomplished since their escape from that terrible dimension, he felt nothing but pride and gratitude. He knew there was still much work to be done – but for now, he had helped change the lives of countless individuals who would have otherwise been lost within those infinite corridors of horror.

"It's not over yet," James murmured as he stared out the window at the world beyond his office, "but we have made a start." And with that determination burning in his heart, he vowed never to give up until every last soul trapped in the Backrooms had been given a second chance at life and freedom.