It didn't matter that she’d been over her notes for the past four days straight. There were no changes, no corrections, and not one hint that anything should have gone wrong with the stop gap. Dead, he’d said. Was there a side effect? Was there a mutation? Was there…. “Was there anything that I didn't see?!” she shouted to the walls. But the same page, with the same ink stared back from the quiet of her lab. There were no answers hidden in those notes. And it seemed no answers would be forthcoming from the Governor of Moonglow either. She picked the notes up with her bad hand and went to throw them in anger. When they made it only half the distance to the cabinet and landed with a thud on the wood, she shook her head in defeated laughter. Below, in the pit of her stomach along with her precious tadpole, sat guilt. Gnawing and eating at her as surely as the twin of flesh did beside it. Complications of plague were not her only issue. No… across the woods, across the ferry, and across town one would be buried today. One still lay in the infirmary. Reports were piling up. Skaran seas were becoming infested with Kraken. Not only was it off season, it was absolutely unheard of this close to shore. But there they were. And every possible explanation she could give for it came up empty and sounded as though it were crafted by someone with air instead of brains. Pushing up with what was becoming a slight bit of effort, she grabbed the notebook off the floor and her gloves from the counter.