(All)<br/><br/>There was a sound like a buzzer that echoed through the chamber, almost painfully loud. It caught the attention of all of the assistants in the room, promoting mixed emotions of regret for their teasing and observations to have ended so soon, and of delight for what was coming next.<br/><br/>Wordlessly, as though they hadn't been speaking to the subjects in the first place, they set about removing the IVs and disconnecting them from the monitors, pushing a button hidden under the table before stepping away, their head lowering, eyes to the ground.<br/><br/>Their tables began to tilt upward, bringing them upright though keeping them bound. All for the better, as they could now fully see the observation tower, how a woman was approaching the glass as it began to slide apart. In another moment, a lift rose up to meet the new woman, times perfectly with her stride. She, apparently, had been doing this for years.<br/><br/>The director touched down, her expression blank still, the butt of her cigarette still between her lips. She removed in, flicking it away only to have an observer, the strange man watching over Umbrarum, catch it before it hit the ground. The observers had left their subjects now that the director had stepped in, a row of white coats and silent vigil behind the woman, each one knowing their place full well.<br/><br/>There was a beat, silence aside from sounds of the director lifting a new cigarette to her lips and lighting it with a heavy Jade lighter studded with perals. She took another pull, letting the smoke out slow, and then snapped her fingers.<br/><br/>All at once, the restraints popped off of the subjects. Their much desired freedom had come.