I need more time! Always more time, never enough help. I can't synthesize enough without the materials drying up and even then, it's weak - almost as if this place refuses to allow a scientist to do what he needs. And why aren't some plants more naturally occurring? It makes no sense!

[He huffs, tossing open a book to reread his current formula.]

It isn't working when it should be - nothing works like it should be. Peter would be able to find something. He should have been here by now. He said he'd never let me get lost again and here I am - lost forever. Just like St. Clair's.

Confound it all! [He throws the book across the room and stalks out of view.] It's a simple blood test! Why can't anyone just agree to it?!