Through the dark, cold nights, your resolve hardens. You know there are other outposts out there, now, and your insatiable curiosity has always been a fault. You pack light, and you head off into the first long finger-stretching of dawn's sun rays over the trees and ice. The world is uncharacteristically quiet, you notice, less than ten days in to your truth-seeking, and you follow the ethereal quiet to exactly what you were seeking: another lab. It appears well-maintained, but devoid of life, at a glance. You're taken aback when you begin to notice eyeshine past the glass. Could it be... ?