Gary contracts the virus and watches as the remaining critters in the main lab become quiet and wait for an opportunity to dine. The now named “Agent Unknown” is still nowhere near becoming a known. To the dismay of everyone now noting that cows, sheep, horses, and many other herbivores lusting after entrails and brains, the worse is yet to come from a phone call from Tom’s mother announcing they are on the way for a visit. Can this get any worse?