1: A trail of deep blue/purple blood streaks across the concrete floor.

2: Vidali, tearful, drags the mumbling, disabled Xijo across the floor as he coughs into his respirator.

3: Xijo thuds down against a bed.

4: We see the medical center: a small room with an adjustable bed and various medical equipment and cabinets of gear. Vidali hastily runs to a phone in the corner as Xijo groans on the bed.

5: Vidali, mashes the phone console quickly.

Xijo (off-panel): [Untranslated Martian]

Vidali: I’m getting someone down here. Security or something, anyone. This is a containment breach, and we need a team immediately.

Xijo (off-panel): No…