"The Red Flu. That's what we called it."

Something flashes across his face, darkening the blue of his eyes. Then he breathes again and it eases - like an old injury, barking at the hint of rain.

"It happened before - the Black Plague, Spanish Flu... you'd have thought we'd have been better prepared." But Dr. Scott had still had to fight to carry on her research. Just her and Quincy. "...Aliens though, that'd be new."