"I'm out," Nessa said through her holo-feed. "I'll get to you when I can."
Jamison replied with a weak nod and a whisper: "Please hurry."
Trevon patted Jamison's back and looked on ahead. A hush fell between them until Trevon spoke into it.
"It's time to go, bud."
"Please don't send me to that hospital," Jamison blurted out. "I'm not crazy; I promise."
"I hope you won't be there long," Trevon confessed. "It's time to get packed up. You heard the doctor."
Jamison checked his implant as they backtracked. Office. Hallway. Lobby. Exit.
"Now's the time," he said to Nessa.
"I know, Maz," she soothed him. "I've deactivated the energy shield. I just have to get past security."
She minimized the holo-feed and connected to Kommer.
"626 online," she commanded the implant.
Kommer's projection appeared.
"I'm out," she said.
"Out?" He questioned.
"Of confinement," she clarified.
"That's...nice." Kommer managed.
"I think my new friend can help us," she said. "I should be there within a week. Now it's just a matter of getting past Area 51 security."
Security must have seen that as an invitation. As Jamison arrived home with his parents, Nessa heard distant voices echo into a device:
"We've been breached. Holding unit is open. Repeat: holding unit is open."
Jamison gave in and stuffed some clothes, his shampoo, his toothbrush, and some toothpaste into a backpack, security guards streamed into the chamber.