Soft winds prance around the East River, shuffling your papers, as you try to work some mathematical proof. Your eyes flicker around and catch a group of women, clearly belonging to the up and coming New York aristocracy, staring at a tall man sketching the bridge. A small pit inside your stomach starts to pull on your curiosity, but you shove the feeling back down and try to concentrate on your work.

Only a few moments later, your concentration is broken by a few raindrops falling onto your clothes. As you stare up into the sky, a strong wind pushes your papers into the air. Immediately, you rush out to try and grab them. The papers dance away and start to cross the water when a hand reaches out and collect them for you. It is the man from earlier. Carefully, he neatly stacks each paper one on top of another before handing them to you, "Careful, you don't want to lose your work."