Casey stepped back into the bedroom proper, his eyes alighting on his wife.  She was awake, of course.  He shouldn't have been surprised, really.  He let out a contemplative sigh, and passed back her phone as he eased himself down onto the bed.<br/><br/>"The quarantine codes are for infectious material.  A Code 9 is for slow-spreading but highly infectious bio-material.  It requires a full quarantine of the civvies who may have come in contact with it, and a scrub-and-burn for any infected material.  But Rachlings don't produce anything that should constitute a Code 9."<br/><br/>He studied his wife's face.  "Something's rubbing me the wrong way about this."  He leaned to take her hand in his own.  "But if the Rachlings are confirmed dead, we should be safe."  He laid himself back, studying her face for a silent moment.  "Why do you think we shouldn't go back?"