Claire‘s chemical catastrophe

In a lab somewhere in M City.

Dr. Kane yawned, stretching his arms wide. He had been working on this new formula for 60 hours straight, and he almost had it.

His lab rats were showing very promising signs of a breakthrough, he was so close!

And yet, there was something missing. Too tired to figure it out right now, he decided to go for a coffee across the street.

Sometimes it was important to take breaks. Before leaving, Dr. Kane put the rat he was observing back into its cage, grabbed his keys and wallet and left the building.

As mentioned above, breaks are important. Sleep is too. Not taking care of yourself leads to mistakes some way or another. And this time, Dr. Kane just happened to make a major fumble.

In the dark lab, you could hear the rats squeaking. Some were moving against their cages, making them rattle. The rat he had been observing too. Only, his door had mistakenly been left unlocked. With a little bit of luck and maybe a pinch of fate, the rat managed to open the door, and drop to the floor. Ecstatic to have found freedom, the rat, whom Dr. Kane ironically called Michael Scofield to to his fur looking like he had lots of tattoos, ran around the lab with lots of energy, looking for an exit. It went on top of tables, under them, onto shelves, and in doing so made lots of vials and chemicals fall on the floor, slowly mixing together.

And then, it was one too much. The last vial hit the floor, and the moment it reached the other fluids, a huge explosion happened.