Arthur cleared his throat, called out. “Hey. Can someone at least look at this?” He raised his arm against the transparent wall. The pigmentation was still there—faint but visible, like a bruise that wouldn’t fade.
No one responded. Not even a glance. They weren’t ignoring him to be cruel, he realized. They were just too absorbed in the thing in the center of the tent. Then, a change in energy. One of the younger scientists, a man in a wrinkled lab coat and fogged-up glasses, called the others over. “Dr. Elsom! You need to see this!”