A bunch of folks wrapped up their meeting and quickly shuffled out of Dr. Ray''s


    office.


    Manuel was still caught up in his own world, sighing as he walked about the disaster that wiped out his solution and erased all hisputer data. He and a few other doctors had poured decades into this form, and they were just about to kick off real human trials when everything went sideways.


    While he remembered most of the basic data and had some backups at home, the intricate details of the form were all stashed on his micrputer. Trying to recreate the exact form in no time seemed like a long shot. What a mess.


    Ben had been sticking close to Manuel, and noticing his frustration, chimed in, "Hey, Manuel, I''ve got some notes on the solution over at my ce. They''re from when you and the team were working on the form. Pretty detailed stuff, might help you out."


    Manuel halted, "You''ve got notes? I need to see them, like, now."


    Ben nodded, "They''re in my office. I''ll swing by with them soon."


    Manuel lit up, "You''re a lifesaver. Actually, just bring them to theb. I''m heading down there now to get back to work on the form."


    Ben''s eyes flickered, and he nodded in agreement.


    Feeling a tad better, Manuel hopped into the elevator down to the basementb.


    Meanwhile, Ben headed back to his office, opened up his safe, and pulled out a set of handwritten notes from a document-filled folder. With a slight smile at the form scribbled on the pages, he locked up the safe and made his way to the basement.


    Since Ben didn''t have free ess to Manuel''sb, he buzzed the doorbell. After a moment, the door opened, and Ben handed the notes to Manuel, saying, "Here, take a look."


    Manuel nodded and started flipping through the pages.


    The notes stretched over several sheets, and it took him about ten minutes to skim through them. "These are well-organized, but... something feels off about some of the proportions," Manuel said, voicing his unease.


    Ben''s eyshes lowered a bit, but his face didn''t give anything away, "There shouldn''t be any errors. The form''s steps and ratios are pretty tricky, so it''s normal for memories to blur."


    Manuel mulled it over. Something still felt a bit off, but he didn''t have the luxury to be picky. "Let''s give this version a shot first. We can tweak it if needed."


    With that, he took the notes and went off to huddle with the other researchers.


    Ben watched them gather, the hint of a smile ying on his lips.


    That night, Wyatt delivered all the ingredients Mirabe requested, and it took less than two hours to get everything ready.


    With ingredients in hand, she headed straight back to her vi and into her potion room.


    An hourter, she emerged looking more than a little worn out.


    ncing at the clock, she saw it was already past midnight.


    Mirabe gave As a quick call and then drove to the hospital. When she arrived, As was already waiting at the entrance.


    As soon as she got out of the car, he stepped up and greeted her respectfully, "Miss Mira."


    Mirabe gave a slight nod and followed As to the ward.