Weston lay in the floor gasping for breath. A dark figure stood over him swinging a piece of paper back and forth while saying something that Weston couldn't quite make out. Blood trickled down the side of Weston's face. A head injury? Probably. Weston recalled stuffing the lab report in his pocket then putting on his coat ready to leave the lab. After that, there was nothing.
Something caught his eye. It was one of Marshall's doodles. He would draw pictures of bugs on lab reports, a practice that neither the boss or Weston liked. This picture was nearly identical to the Cicada that hung in the shadowbox. It was spread across the left margin and looked to be painstakingly drawn down to the pin stuck through the middle of the dead Cicada. Under Marshall's artwork were the words, "Call Midge!"