Everything will go back to what it is supposed to be….

Many miles away, in a hospital, in a quiet coastal town, in one of the most luxurious suites of the hospital, a lady was lying on the hospital bed. Although she was asleep, her brows knitted together, and facial muscles tensed as though her dreams were bothering her; a man sat beside the bed, his face hidden in the shade, quietly working away on his computer as he waited for the lady to wake up.

A tall, slim built man in white coat entered once he was invited in. The man in the white coat was none other than Dr Carl Burhart who had disappeared from Lenin’s office a month ago.

He checked the vitals of the lady who was sleeping with a disturbed expression before turning to update the man sitting diligently by the bedside “She is stable. We can start any time now. But it has to be in the next 4 hours.”

“Let’s not waste time then, start now.” The man turned to his head to face Carl with an apprehensive body language although he sounded confident. Who else could it be other than Daniel Hols