<em>Three years. I can't believe it's already been three years since...</em><br/><br/>Coffee break. Just what the doctor ordered. Amy was busy toiling away inside the science lab when she casually glanced down to the small wrist watch hanging loosely about her slender wrist. At least there was something to look forward to on a day like this. Hard to believe that one of the few pleasures still afforded to residents of the vault was freshly ground coffee, but it was a delight and a godsend for someone like Amy Saunders, who had just managed to work herself through the night on a project designed to limit the amount of electrical and system memory consumption inside the vault walls. Resources, regardless of there form were nonetheless scarce this deep underground, and part of Ms. Saunders job was ensuring these resources be conserved and recycled in whatever ways necessary.<br/><br/>Fourteen hours. That's how long Amy had managed to trap herself inside the science lab, her long, flowing lab coat whisking to and fro about the cold hard floors below as she clicked along in her heels and slowly felt the life draining out from under her. Oh, where the hard working doctors and scientists, and laborers of the world would be without the blessed aroma of freshly ground Coffee beans. That warm scent filled the young scientists nostrils, flaring them wide as her eyes fluttered closed and for the briefest of seconds she forgot all about how it had been three years since her father's death. How it had been three years since someone inside the vault had murdered him.<br/><br/>Amy never believed what those with authority inside the vault had told her about her fathers death. Claims of negligence and alcoholism, coupled with an unsafe working environment and dangerous, volatile substances. Nothing but a load of nonsense. Her father was no alcoholic, and he was one of the most cautious, meticulous scientists the vault had ever seen. How could anyone say with a straight face that the man who dedicated his entire life to the vault was nothing but a drunkard and an imbecile? There were plenty of people who knew of him and his work, yet after the death of Amy's mother, something inside the late doctor seemed to change. He was driven, compelled to find a way out of the vault. Amy was no fool, and she knew that whatever it was that got her father killed, it likely had to do with his sudden and profound interest with the outside world.<br/><br/>Three years since the overseer and his goons sat Amy down inside an interrogation room and questioned her for hours on end about the work her father had been conducting. Three years since the last of whatever family the young bookworm had was gone. Three years.<br/><br/>Amy pursed her lips and latched them around the rim of the porcelain white coffee cup she so desperately clung to. The final trickles of energy slipped down into the girls waiting stomach, and as the buzz started kicking in, so did the realization that she'd spent more than five minutes away from a computer terminal. Placing the cup down and hopping back up onto two feet, Amy hurriedly moved back to her workstation, fingers wildly scurrying about the keyboard as she once again found herself lost amidst the never ending sea of letters and numbers, all beaming back at her in their bright green glow onto the pale, silken flesh of the diligent little twenty something.<br/>