Cog shook his head. A wound opened up in the crease of his neck and began bleeding. “Don’t you understand? Surely, now, you must. This disease can’t make it back to Earth. It has to die here, with us.” “We’re not infected,” Lexi said. “No way to be sure. It’s too much of a risk. It could be on your clothes, your hair – anywhere. You might be carriers. I admit to not knowing much about diseases, but I know it’s too much of a risk for anybody to leave here. The security team understood that. I saw them massacre hundreds of guests trying to contact home.
