But the street name of the lab where he discovered it was Caffeine Avenue . The lab was building 8.

Elara wiped her palm on her jeans. She had the official Prometheus employee manual, Bane’s unpublished essays, his childhood records, even his grocery lists. She had compiled a "wordlist" of every 8-letter word associated with him.

The wordlist had been wrong not because the words were incorrect, but because she had been looking for poetry. Silas Bane, in the end, was not a father or a poet. He was a biochemist who hid the world's salvation behind his morning ritual.

Eight letters. Exactly.