She pulled a dime-sized iron wafer from her lab coat pocket and offered it to the toothy rictus, her shaking hand tapping the metal against the yellowed enamel. What would she do if he refused it; refused to move on? Would he remain in the morgue, animating cadavers and frightening students? She pushed the iron against his teeth with more insistence. The wall clock ticked through three endless seconds, and then 028’s jaw creaked open just enough to accept the iron coin.