"...You really don't get it. I don't have the choice to live, First Aid. They're going to hunt me down and put me back in a lab. I'm an investment." Vika rolls the picture back up into the bottle, and recorks it. It takes some time.

"While I'm busy on my rampage the kids can go to ground. Find some of those loving people who will help them. If I don't act, none of us get away. Someone's going to die. Might as well be me."