In the quiet of the early morning, as the first light filtered through the curtains, Iris felt a mix of weariness and determination. She stretched and looked over to where Blakely lay still under the VR helmet. The soft, rhythmic breathing reassured her that, at least physically, Blakely was stable.
Maven was already up, pacing softly, her phone in hand as she checked for updates from the development team. The air was tense with anticipation of new information that might help them resolve Blakely's situation. Every moment felt crucial.
"Any word yet?" Iris asked, her voice low.
"Nothing new," Maven replied, her frustration evident. "But I'm staying on top of it. They promised to update us as soon as they have something."