Hendrick ran down through the hallway, a half-lobotomised, half-cybernetic pomeranian slung over his back. He screeched to a halt, his metal boots sparking off the polished floor, and started screaming, " He's going to bleed out! We're gonna lose him! We're gonna lose him! " He slammed the Pom down on a table, and started cello-taping the botched-up cybernetic connections, snarling " We're gonna lose him! " Over and over again, before he finally stopped screaming, put his fingers over the poms neck, and said " I think we've lost him. " He started sobbing, before stopping and peppily saying, " Oh well! There's plenty more in animal storage! " He sat down on a comfy soda near the big map, and started humming a happy song about a Dutch cheese maker.