Hanz and Angela were walking down the hall with a very pregnant young Genman who was looking in doors and through windows—he was looking for someone. He stopped and looked up at Hanz. There was no way to look but up at 7 foot 2.
"Sir, I'm looking for my friend. They went to go remove his virus and I haven't seen him since all this happened. I'm #302, he was #301. Have you seen him? He's my best friend. I'm supposed to go and get this virus removed in 8 to 10 weeks myself."
Hanz looked at Angela.
"Looks like I'm taking another stray home. Martin's going to kill me."
"Why not give it to William and Jonathan? They're young, they got none of their own. Maybe they can help him—he's only got a little longer to go and he's gonna need a lot of help. Jonathan's got nectar. Looks like this one has nothing." Angela chuckled as she spoke.
Hanz took 302's hand.
