Back at it Again (One-on-One)

"Yeah," she said frowning. "Come on. We need to get these pictures and move on."

 

"We're not born with the timers," she said sternly. "We're are just made to look like we are. We have to figure out where they come from."

 

"I don't know," she said with a frown. "But we do need to get out of here. They're going to find us."

 

But as they turned to head for the door, the knob jiggled.

Val frowned.

"Come on!" she hissed, pulling him into an adjacent room.

 

The room was dark and Val frowned as she looked around.

"What is this place?"

 

Val turned on her phone flashlight. On the shelves were boxes of tiny timers, with two deadly looking needles on the opposite side.

 

"What the hell is going on here?" Val breathed, taking one out of the box.

"These... what are these needles?"

 

"Definitely," she said, putting a couple in her purse. "Do you know what this means, Landon? Maybe we aren't born with the timers!"

 

"Or... or something. They're manmade, though. That's huge."

 

"This is too important," she said. "This changes everything."