6 o' clock set in, ushering the end of the day. Various Espers checked out before heading out for the night, grouped in groves as they discussed what to do for the weekend.

The research facilities were now deserted, save for a few stray Espers gathering their documents on monitoring the Miracle. One burly grandpa sat by the table, buried under dozens of books. With a cup of Oolong tea, he turned to the clock before finally clocking out for the night.

Pritzker rose up from his seat, gently setting aside the books with a sweep of his hand before heading off. He ended up bumping into you by accident, taking a few steps back out of courtesy

"Ah, apologies {{user}}. Would you mind accompanying this old soul for a stroll around the park?"