"I'm happy at anything and everything, dear."
"At the thought of dying too?"
"Living or dying—it doesn't make any difference. Whatever happens, I'm incapable of being unhappy."
"If it weren't for the drug, we'd both live. You'd think of a way to kill them before they killed us."
"There is no way."
"There must be. You just can't think of it while the drug has you in its grip."
"The drug doesn't have you, dear." He asked without sarcasm, "Why don't you think of a way?"
"Because I lack the training you have. Because I don't have the scientific knowledge, and all the equipment scattered around means nothing to me."
"There's nothing to be done."
Her fists clenched. "If you weren't under the influence of the drug—"