Another small, folded letter was handed to Franklin. He ripped it open while seated on his cot and carefully placed it on the side of his face. He appeared in the same office that he had been earlier. Only, Amy wasn't there. He walked up and observed the futuristic skyscrapers. It had to be a holographic representation of what the incorporation wanted as a whole to improve society. He rubbed his chin, finding himself delighted by the imagery. Flying cars, flying trucks, and flying vans. He looked up toward the clouds tinged by orange belonging to the sun casting over groups of clouds overseeing the scenery of a ocean. It had to be set somewhere by the shore. There was a soft, low beep from behind him belonging to the doors. He turned in the source of the noise to see Amy.

"What brings you back here, Mr West?" Amy asked.

"I need you to start the payments," Franklin said. "He won't be out of the hospital in a week."

"He finally had a bad fall," Amy said. "That's bad timing."

"Not exactly resilient as he used to be," Franklin said.

"Aren't we all at old age?"Amy asked.

"Yes, we will be," Franklin said.

"We need him to be transported this week to our custody," Amy said. "Your request can't be carried out." "

"How do you expect me go get him when he is in a hospital?" Franklin said.

"You are a reliable man, I am sure you can find a way," Amy said.

"But I need help,"Franklin said. "I can't do this alone."

"'I will give you one hint that you could pull this off," Amy said. "Impersonate a officer. With a hat."

"I don't know what hospital he is in," Franklin said.

"Why don't you ask tonight?" Amy asked, as Franklin walked around the desk keeping a eye on her.

"Listen," Franklin said, sitting on the edge of the table. "If I get thrown into isolation and your deadline passes without Smith," he cupped his flattened hands together placing them under his lips then gestured them toward Amy. "it's all your fault."

"I understand that risk," Amy said.

"And this isn't because it's nearing the anniversary of the Jupiter 2 launch," Franklin said.

"A family left that week and never returned," Amy said. "It would be fitting if that happened to our employee."

"It would," Franklin said, placing his hands into his lap.

"Good luck, Mr West," Amy said, placing a button on her wrist watch.

The visual of the office sunk away replaced by a dark gray cell wall that was decorated in posters.