Walden had sat on the sidelines long enough. He had watched his life pass by him in a blur of years after Ophelia died and his wife left him. No more.

He was going make the perfect child. One that would never fall ill or get injured. One he didn’t have to worry about leaving him.

The scruffy scientist stood in front of the the massive tube. His crimson eyes locked onto the small figure suspended in the green liquid.

“All vitals are good Dr.Darling,” a lab assistant told him.

“Good, it’s time,” he replied.

“Drain the fluid,” he ordered. The Doctor turned on his heel and walked briskly into the intake room where his new baby would wake up.