Jane lay on the couch coughing. She hated being sick.

"Someday," she thought to herself, "I will be immortal, and I will never be sick again." But that day would not arrive for a very, very long time. Not with Safura around.

Safura. Jane's blood boiled in anger at the thought of her nemesis. Her anger made her cough again.

It was Safura who had taken Jane's medicine, Safura who had plunged Jane into this twilight of never-ending sickness. Jane had been so close - SO CLOSE! - to gaining immortality in the weeks before her diagnosis.

She took a deep, steadying breath and opened a computer terminal. No coughing. Progress. She accessed her account and opened the file that contained the information about her artificial virus.

It was then she noticed something she had never noticed before. She smile to herself, then that smile turned into a laugh. Safura had been a fool to steal her medicine.