Laboratory, main lab.
The room inside, Pandora had washed the numerous test tubes and placed them neatly on the rack; her eyes sparkled with pride. She extended a finger and pointed at the test tubes.
"Ita!" one!
"Tuoke!" two!
"Sara!" three!
"Spa!" four!
"Va..." Just as Pandora was counting the fifth, she blinked, noticing that the glass tube seemed still dirty, not thoroughly cleaned. She carefully took it down from the rack, pursed her lips unhappily, and prepared to wash it again.
At that moment, with a "bang," the door to the laboratory swung open violently, and Richard stumbled in, his face deathly pale.
"Crash!"
The glass tube in Pandora's hand shattered as she turned around, startled, looking at Richard.
By then, Richard was wearing a thick mask, covering his nose and mouth tightly, hardly speaking, but simply said to Pandora, "Pandora, wait for me in the courtyard. Only come in when I call you."
"What?"
