038 was feeling slightly better the next morning, his hands and legs hadn't got burned much so he was able to get up and move around a bit but it wasn't as easy as it had been a day before. It still hurt. He was now bald on half his head and his face was covered in burns. Every move he made sent jolts of pain through his body. So much had happened all at once and 038 didn't know what to do. He couldn't even save himself let alone his friend, he didn't care what happened to him any more. He sat and waited for something, anything to happen. The door slid slowly open. Dr. Clavery staggered in then stopped and stared at 038 looking confused. Then, as if remembering what he was there to do, he grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the room. 038 didn't struggle or speak, just followed. They soon reached a small room with nothing in it except a hole. The doctor looked sad when he pushed the defenceless boy down into the pit and even from the bottom 038 could have sworn he saw tears in his eyes as he pressed a button. He rushed out of the room while flames ignited at the bottom of the hole. 038 felt nothing. He embraced death.