Skylar Donahue stood in front of a large chain link fence and glanced at the address she had written down. It was the right place, but this didn't look like a laboratory at all. Beyond the fence, all the college graduate could see was what looked to be an old, run-down warehouse. Still… she didn't think Mrs. Burnoise would make a mistake with something like this; if anything, Mrs. Burnoise was a very reliable woman. Shrugging her shoulders gently, Skylar walked over to the keypad beside the electronic gate and entered the code she had been given. There was a beep, but for a moment nothing happened and Skylar began to worry, yet again, that maybe she didn't have the right information.

With a creaky groan, the gate finally began to roll open and the brown-haired woman couldn't hold back a sigh of relief. Walking through the gate with curt strides, Skylar approached the only door she saw, nestled on the right side of a broad, windowless wall. Pausing at the threshold, she made sure her hair was still perfectly in its bun and adjusted her clothes, a plain button up blouse with a matching black vest and pencil skirt. Satisfied with her appearance, she entered the second code and heard the automatic click of the door being unlocked. She made sure to open the door confidently, unsure of what she would find within. As her eyes adjusted to the darker room, she saw….

Nothing. It was a plain entryway with a coat rack to her left and another door on the opposite wall. She rolled her eyes at how ridiculous she was being and advanced once more. There was absolutely nothing to be nervous about. She had wonderful grades, good lab experience, and the recommendation of the scientist’s mother. A nearly flawless resume. Plus, Skylar was quite confident in her work ethic. There was no way this could go wrong.

As the next door was opened, finally Skylar’s work space was revealed to her and what a sight it was. There was stuff everywhere. Large machines she could hardly hope to identify were lined up against all four walls and there were even more scattered about the large, open room. She could hardly see any of the original flooring, as it was covered in scraps, partially finished… things, papers, and more food wrappers than she had ever seen in her life. Wide-eyed, Skylar tried to take everything in, her mouth opened slightly in a mix of horror and amazement. There was so much stuff she didn't even notice the man bent so far into a machine that only his lower half was exposed.
Shuffling through the litter, Skylar made her way to a nearby desk and carefully cleared a space to set down her briefcase. Sighing loudly, she leaned on the desk and glanced at her watch. It was 10:00 am on a Tuesday, surely the head researcher should be here by now. Skylar was not a big fan of wasting time when there was work to be done and clearly, she was going to have plenty to do.