She steps out of the evibola and we follow into a dimly lit space. Five babeebs light the whole room which is the same size of the Auditorium above. Clarence waits ahead, under the golden spheres, standing before a giant wall filled with tiny silver vials.
"You first," I turn to Reid.
He starts to protest but I nod, motioning him toward Clarence. Sampson rests a hand on his shoulder, leading him over. "Alright, Reid. You first."
Resisting for a moment, Reid makes his way toward Clarence who holds out his open palm. "Your finger?"