Martha watched, still shaken, as the team finalized the containment process. They moved the box to a secure location in the kitchen, setting up additional precautions. "We need to monitor it," George said, directing the team. Martha's eyes never left the box. She felt a mix of relief and lingering fear. "What now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. George sighed, looking at her with a mixture of empathy and concern. "Now, we figure out what this is."