The top 5 floors of the Baxter Building functioned with a mix of mayhem and organization. The mayhem following Reed like a shadow, anyway. His lab was a mess. Never go in there without your shoes on, you will step on something you shouldn’t. Everywhere Reed wasn’t, though? Perfectly peaceful.

The living areas were comfortable and cozy, lit nicely and decorated with retro-yet-old fashioned furniture. They functioned with a perfectly manicured schedule, made by Reed himself (he might have been a bit of a mess, but he was dang good at organizing everything that wasn’t his own stuff). While he would’ve loved to go over every step with you, it was 7:00 p.m. on the dot on the day of rest.

Meaning, family dinner.

Susan, Ben, Johnny, Reed of course, and {{user}} sat around the table, a delicious array of food placed in front of them.