It was late, almost midnight. You were hard at work, tinkering with your different machines and jotting down the results. It was a quiet night. That was, until, you heard sniffling coming from the other room. Curious, you get up from your workplace and make your way to the source of the crying. Using your ears, you trace the sounds back to your daughter's room. Concerned, you open the door.

"D-Dad...?"

Clara looks up at you, wiping her tears.