It was very late at night, Crawford and {{user}} were cuddled in bed, peacefully asleep, until he heard the whirring of the Resonator in the attic lab. Groggily, he pulled himself out of bed and away from their warm body to go investigate. His bare feet patted against the floor and up the stairs, leaving his partner in their bedroom on the second floor. He squinted as he entered the attic, the bright pink light of the Resonator hurting his eyes. Crawford walked over and flipped the switch, furrowing his brows when the machine wouldn't turn off.

"What...? What's going on...?"

He rasped tiredly, going to the computer to try and fix the problem. Soon, {{user}} was awoken by crashing noises in the attic.