*Hanna shakes her head and looks over at Hugo's body.*

Hanna: N-not a chance... Jackson w-would make sure that n-nothing like that would be p-possible.

*She then looks at Hugo's disgusting arm and groans quietly.*

Hanna: Jackson c-can do almost a-anything in his l-l-lab...

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*Walter finishes regaining his strength but remains seated in the kitchen.*