She tries to run before you can say anything.

Karen bolts out of her room. “Karen! Wait…” John say as he gets up to go after her. Just as she is about to open the door and leave John grabs her by the arm. “Karen…it’s okay. I don’t care.”

She shakes her head violently. “No, no, no, no. I can explain, I just was trying out a new program and I… and I…I forgot that…” She refuses to look at his face, her head stares down at the floor.

"Karen, please don't worry about it. It doesn't matter."

She just starts to shake her head again. "Why? Why did you of all people have to see? Oh god, this must be a dream. Please let this be a bad dream."

“Karen, please…look at me.” She refuses to and continues to shake her head. John gently put his hand under her chin and tilt her head up. Her wide eyes are wet with tears. The paleness of her face has been replaced by a searing bright red. “Karen, I want you to listen to me. It’s okay. Please, don’t be embarrassed. I don’t care…” John pause and smile, “No, I do care, I’m actually very flattered that you think I’m that buff.”

She smiles and can’t help but giggle a little. John drops his hand from her chin. “Believe me, if you saw some of the stuff on my computer…whew!” She is actually looking at him on her own again. John think that you’ve managed to smooth out the worst of it. “Come on, let’s go back to your room. We’ve still got see what xxx did in the lab.”

John pat her on the shoulder and the two of them head back to her room. The image of John is still up on her computer screen. Karen quickly sits down, closes it, and digs up the webcam archive. “I’ve got two 750 gig hard drives, so I just have the camera record everything all night long. Let’s see…it was about an hour ago that I saw Rachel there. She opens up several folders and finds a file marked ‘ratcam 4:00-4:10’.

John says, “This is a impressive setup you’ve got Karen. John put some effort into all of this didn’t you?”

She scans through the recording and replies, “Yeah, I wanted to be able to include something great in my college applications. This experiment should win me enough awards to guarantee a full scholarship anywhere I want to…wait this is it.” She runs the images back and we watch as Rachel walk into to frame. She taps on the cages of the mice and then looks at the vials. She picks one up and holds it up to the light. She unseals the vial and seems to smell it. Then, to both the horror of Karen and John, she rubs her thumb around the inner edge of the open vial. She appears to talk to someone off camera for a second and then puts everything back, picks up some papers and walks out of frame.

“Was that enough contact to expose her?”.

Karen looks worried, “It might have been, yeah.”

“Which one did she pick?”

Karen pauses the playback and zooms in on the vial “It’s….”