"Can we find a cure, b efore its too late?", Sandy asked tearfully.

"I don't know," Ernesto told her. "It's a fast multiplier, and no immune systems yet found have any resistance to it."

"Oh, my god! My god!! What have we done???!!!"

"What do you mean exactly, ma'am?"

"Oh, no!! I can't tell you. We never should have...oh, gosh...I can't...NEver mind. We HAVE to find a cure...we HAVE TO!" She grabbed his lapels and shook his natty blue pinstripe suit jacket, disturbing his color-coordinated tie.

"Settle down, ma'am. Looks like you know more than you're telling me. Why doncha sit back, have a stiff drink, and spill the beans," Ernesto said, smiling with his pearly teeth, but not with his steely gray eyes.