(Dr. Sanders is seen in a dark room with a spotlight shining on her. She is strapped in a wooden chair,
Dr. Sanders: Where am I, what the hell is this?
Dr. Hollard: Cooperation is necessary, Dr. Sanders.
Dr. Sanders: Tell me where I'm at! Who are you people?!
Dr. Hollard: I am an interviewer, from Universe CSS98-2AFS-77FMML-TT.
Dr. Sanders: Tell me your name…
Dr. Hollard: Why would I tell you my name?
Dr. Sanders: I want to know who I am speaking to.
Dr. Hollard: Ah, you want to know that?
Dr. Sanders: Of course I do! You kidnapped me from my home universe!
Dr. Hollard: Well then, I'm Researcher and Interviewer Hollard.
Dr. Sanders: Now tell me what this place is, and why I'm here.
Dr. Hollard: Tell us who you are first.
Dr. Sanders: … Fine. Dr. Kalsen Alivand, Site-193, Director Of The Site-193 Technology crap.
(Notice, Site-193 does not exist in SCP Foundation records.)
Dr. Hollard: Well then, Sanders. You're here because we want to know about your organization, and whatever crap you keep behind the bars.
Dr. Sanders: And do you think we would tell you this information?!
Dr. Hollard: Well, we did kidnap you for a reason! With your suspicious activity in your universe, 255FGL-XXYHG-T48XMS-RAALM!
Dr. Sanders: Why don't you tell me about the answer to my other question?
Dr. Hollard: We can't tell you such things, foreign Sanders. We're not that stupid. Now lets switch topics a bit, we need to contain your objects. What is your most dangerous object?
Dr. Sanders: I will not tell you that.
Dr. Hollard: Hey, doctor! Submit a request to label AO-339902VF-GG as Keter-class?
Dr. Sanders: You… What are you? You're just us, but greater, more technologically advanced. And, your just causing damage to ourselves, why don't you leave us alone?
Dr. Hollard: Do you think I decide on every single move? And, if our civilization is just a more advanced civilization of your own, then why can't you accept the fact that we could be much smarter than your primitive brains. You probably can't comprehend our own thoughts.
(Dr. Sanders breaks original objective)
Dr. Sanders: Says the person who uses the same old classifications and, look at me. We do this in our own universe.
Dr. Hollard: Don't make me laugh at your stupidity, Doctor Sanders.
Dr. Sanders: Don't make \\me\\ laugh at your stupidity, alien. You might as well be an idiot compared to your own civilization.
Dr. Hollard: I'm a researcher, interviewer, and director. Do you think those jobs sound so idiotic to you?
Dr. Sanders: Yes.
Dr. Hollard: And what is it that makes it so idiotic? And considering what you said, your only being hypocritical.
Dr. Sanders: No, no, it's your jobs. We have good jobs, our jobs are better than yours.
Dr. Hollard: And what about those jobs makes it better?
Dr. Sanders: You wouldn't understand.
Dr. Hollard: Listen, Sanders. You're just a stubborn little girl fit into an adult lady. I don't have time to interview stubborn little girls, so my guards are dumping you.
(Dr. Hollard snaps, and several security guards dressed in heavy military uniforms unstrap Dr. Sanders and pull her out into a gas chamber. Dr. Sanders visibly panicks at this point.)
(Visible gas begins to pour inside Dr. Sanders's gas chamber. The camera flings around to show in a corner that shows Dr. Sanders's legs. Dr. Sanders is seen running around and panicking before completely freezing in her panicked position. Sanders collapses backward, showing her face, eyes rolled up in her head. Sanders begins seizing 2 minutes after the collapse. Sanders does not regain consciousness. Footage ends after approximately 17 minutes.)
After this event, MTF-Beta-19 ("Multiverse Explorers") were sent to retreive Dr. Sanders's body. The body was found after 217 days, in an extremely cold and windy area. The body was buried in deep snow.
First report says that Dr. Sanders was unconscious and completely unresponsive, a MRI and EEG test has confirmed a complete, total cessation of all brain activity. The cause of this is currently unknown.