Carlos was working on something when the beginning of the whole damn thing happened. If asked later, he would have told you that, in the following events, he'd lost all thought about what he was working on. Oh wait, he was analyzing paint samples from the house that doesn't exist. But that doesn't really matter does it? What mattered came next.

Carlos bent in closer to the microscope, peering inside at the annoyingly normal looking paint sample. He looked up, hearing fast, nearing on frantic footsteps from behind him. Carlos turned around fully to see Cecil, wide-eyed, panicked, his breathing boarding on ragged. Cecil grabbed the collar of Carlos's lab coat, and with it his green and brown plaid shirt, while he began to collapse. Cecil seemed to struggle, gasping out his words. "Carlos! Help. I'm trying- I'm trying- to fight! Carlos!" Cecil let out this last word with a gasp of pure, raw terror. For a fleeting moment before Cecil passed out cold, Cecil could've sworn that he'd seen Cecil's pupils dilate far beyond his deep blue irises. Carlos began to fell panicked, as though Cecil's panic had seeped through into Carlos's hands, which Carlos used to carefully bring Cecil down to the floor. Carlos shouted for help, with a definite edge of panic in his voice "I need an ambulance!" Scientist started to run around them in a sort of alarmed fashion.

When the ambulance eventually arrived, Carlos gave up his life grip on Cecil's unmoving hand to let the medics roll Cecil away on the gurney. For a few moments Carlos just stood there, somewhat pale-looking. Suddenly, as if coming to his senses, he called out to one of his science team members (His name was Jason) that he was going to go to the hospital and to not let anyone (or anything) blow up the lab while he was gone. Jason saluted and nodded his head as Carlos ran from the room.